OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

Why can't profession have compassion?

Why can't businessmen, who rely so much on customer's emotions

Be more compassionate?

The world, the world, is a confusing place.

If you want to be successful in life,

You must appear appealing and compassionate to sell,

But ruthless and cold so as not to be fooled with negotiations.

Profit is lost if we care, Profit is gained if we "show" we care.

Don't mix the two up, kid. You need to be a pro. and Pros are not weak.

Pros should know that kindness is fake in this area of life.

Leave true compassion on the personal side....to "charity" as we call it in finances.

Have two faces, you can't just have one, people like you are a waste of space, money and time.

I'm lost.

Sometimes I'm convinced as an artist I'm scum of the earth.

I sell stuff you really have no decent use for but to look at.

I request money out of my hard work, and sometimes it's an amount of money that I think people in hard labor deserve more.

I don't know what else to do, it's the only way I know how to live.

To paint things that serve no purpose but to be looked at.

To write things, and comics, to be read for a while -- probably while in the toilet.

I just produce useless things.

Just like how the corporate world also produce the same useless things, mass producing them, and feel entitled or deserving that they contribute such a good job to the world.

I should feel the same, but why do I feel guilt all the time with everything I do?

Sometimes

Sometimes it feels like life is passing by

but I'm asleep.

So busy with trying to become

the girl they tell me to be.

And maybe a little moment a day

I dare to stop and see

The beauty of the miracles

that happen around me.

Sometimes it feels like the world flies by

but I am standing still.

And nothing has changed, oh nothing changes

and nothing, nothing will.

And maybe every now and then

I dare to turn around

To face the things that I can't fix,

the things that make me drown...

UNTIL

im doing alright w myself/ doing my own thing

something I always wanted/ hustling all night and day

im all good, all good

UNTIL you came/ pushing me away

as if I'm doing nothing but nonsense/ pricking every corner of my strength

harassing inch by inch of my weakness/ brainwashing my good into bad

i tried so hard to compromise/ to make you feel at ease

pushed myself to please you/ and do the things your way

i let go of the things that I like/ just to make you happy and all that

i keep quiet/ for you to have the spotlight

i didn't argue/ for you to have the last word

i played lesser/ for you to become greater

i didn't struggle w you/ but I'm struggling inside of me

UNTIL I came back to my own

understand that my home is ain't you

I'm done, I'm done, I'm done

im not gonna replace myself just for you

not even be like you, oh no please

I don't want to be like you

atleast I know who to become

and how to treat people around me

That's the opposite of what you did to me

I have tread on by myself

for so long

that I do not know

how to match my pace

to that of another.

Please be patient

as I learn the gait of your stride,

the rhythm of your feet,

the swing of your arms.

I have carried this weight

for as long as I can remember.

When I handed it off to another

I got it back with more piled atop.

So please smile at me,

and let me hand you pieces slowly

as we journey on together.

Accept them and offer your own back to me

so that our steps fall together

under the combined weight.

Im not really sure where I want to go

so point out new paths,

explore the unknown with me.

Convince my cautious mind

that it is not a risk,

but rather an adventure.

A different home:

Home is where the heart is

But what If it not at your home

How can you call it a home?

A different home with strangers

That you get closer to than your own

They fill the gaps, where there were holes

It becomes your home

The strings in your heart become torn

Because you can't understand your love

How do you chose

Without being untrue

You do anything to stay at that home

Even if you gotta lose more of your own

To stay at a different home

Thanks guys! Hope you like. :)

Tell me if i should write more and what to work on.

THE LAST ONE STANDING

The last one standing
Would bend and break it all
If only the last one standing
Could still stand tall.
For the last one standing
Either wins or loses all
Till he's the last one standing
Between me and my wall.

[TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM]

9 Nov 2015

I long for the days

When it didnt matter

Why I was crying or

Why I feel sad

There didnt have to

Be a reason

I could simply say

I dont know why Im crying

And there were arms

To hold me tight

Lips to kiss away the tears

Love to make me forget.

9 nov 2015

I take my blade in one hand

Wrap a rubberband around the other

Soon the veins pop up

Nice and blue

Theyve never looked

More appealing or

Inviting, almost begging me

To press down

Hard enough to release

The blood from its constricted

Home, to let it run free

16 Nov 2015

With the blade in one hand

And one slit of the wrist

My pain will drip away

Like the blood upon my wrist

The wrist inflicted with cuts and scars

That I enjoyed way too quickly but

Soon reminds me of everyday pain

A simple slit to the wrist

Clears my thoughts steadys my hands

And helps me cope

But its taking more and more

Cuts to get lost in the darkness

That has soothed and comforted for

so long

I wanted you and

Those feelings left me in the dark

I loved you and

Loving you left a hole in my heart

I needed you but

Needing you left my arms feeling lonely

I would have done anything for you

Those feelings would have allowed me

To commit suicide

I was in love with you but

That left me feeling a lot of hurt and pain

Now I am listening to a song I gave you

I gave it to you from my heart

And I put my heart on my sleeve

So everybody could rape me of my feelings

Because truly deep inside

You could never face your own

Yeah sure

A teardrop falls now and then

But I put them where

The other thousands of tears have fell

Put them in my heart

Where the place of you is no longer there

And make out of each and every one of them

Every tear

A beautiful palace

A palace where your memory

Can live on forever

Beware of boys with silver tongues, that play guitar and beat the drums. He'll use his voice for evil deeds,
His mind will change at lightning speeds.
His songs will whisper inside your head,
resonating until you're dead.
They'll make you laugh but cause you tears
When he sings to another's ears.
He'll pluck your heartstrings like a guitar
Convince you that you're going far
You'll think that he may be the one
Special, loving, and so much fun.
You'll love that he smiles and holds you hand
When really you're just another fan
So when he serenades you take care, take care
Singer sounds like liar and I'm telling you beware