Submissions by Major_discreet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
club with no name
There is a group, they act just the same. They want me, in the club with no name.
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I AM ME
I am me, and nobody can take that away, if someone actually could be someone else, then so be you then so be it, but that is not the case. People are they're own selves. If people could really take other people's identity, as in take their appearance, then we would never know if Thomas Eddison really created the lightbulb, or if Benjamin Franklin really created electricity. The point is, you are your own person so go out and live your own life and dont let anyone tell you what to do just like they are you.
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deep under
I am deep under, I cant breath, these people are looking at me, contemplating wether to save me, or leave me be.
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My heart go blue
It was all so beautiful, it was all so bright and true, my eyes were staring at you, watching my heart go blue.
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I know how it feels
TRUST ME i know how it feels. I know how it hurts. I know you cry in the shower so no one will hear your screams. I know you wait until everyone is asleep until you just fall apart. It isn't easy but i know exactly what it feels like.
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8000 miles away
it seems like it 118 days since, i've seen your smiling face. You are 8000 miles away from me, a life without you i cant see. My compassion for you is like a burning flame, it is my heart you can't tame. I've only seen you in medieval times, and man did you look so fine. You would never be with me, that is what i can see. Ill try to brush away the agony of my unworthy life, this my heart, as black as night.
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Wrapped up in life
Life is like a cigarette, we are all grains of tobacco doused in nicotine waiting for the flame to send us away in a blur of self pitty, so you can float forever and leave reality behind.
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Truth about life and death
There are two things all of us have in common, we were all born and we all could die at any minute nothing shows us that there is an afterlife and nothing shows us that we will just simply rot away like the memories of our mortality. If you want people to mourn your death you might as well tell them to mourn your birth too. Both are inevitable. In the back of our minds while we work nine to five over one job we have no job so we have no passion so we can buy nice things to push the cold thought away. So when you draw your last breath you will look back and see the times in your life where you...
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