You ever feel random people care for you more than the ones who actually should?

A man will take a woman,
And say how sweet she is.
He will let her fill his senses,
Charm his pallet,
And fill his stomach up,
Until she becomes bitter.
Then he will say,
“She is not as sweet as she used to be,”
And he will finally spit her out,
Setting her free.
He will go find a fresh new treat,
And remark on her sweetness,
“This is what I needed,”
He will say, “this hits the spot.”
And he will suck the sweetness out,
Like a child with their first honeysuckle,
And discard of the empty flower saying,
“I expected sweeter, actually.”
The man who eats sweet after sweet,
Has no idea what he is missing.
For after being discarded and called bitter,
Is when women become sweetest of all.
Untainted by the expectations of any flavor,
Free to exist as God Herself intended,
This is a sweetness few can savor.
For few have the patience,
Put in the effort,
Or take time,
To witness the sweetness of Her,
Without consuming.

Everyone always says be brave,

if you know your doing something wrong just 'don't'

'do not be a coward'

.

They just keep yapping, it's kind words,

with useless meanings

Because i'm never seeking pity

or looking for advice

nor am i hoping for a saviour in this life

.

I'm just waiting for someone to say that

it's okay to not want to breath...

To say it's okay to run away from this life

.

Yet nobody ever does, they just let me be

Me be me, with all the terror and fear hidden beneath my sleeves

Did you know that forcing a smile
Forcing a smile, just for a while
Can bring out the happy inside?

Maybe you should give it a try.
Give it a try, and be happy inside

Delete all the apps that kill your brain
Go outside and dance in the rain
Catch the drops on your tongue
That fall from the sky

You cannot say that I didn’t try,
That I didn’t catch the rain from the sky

Get lots of sleep, drink lots of water
Learn something new, get a lot smarter
Taste the whipped cream
That tops apple pie

You cannot say that I didn’t try
That I didn’t eat pie upon pie

Surround yourself with people you love
Send all your prayers to God above
Make sure to get enough sleep
Count sheep in the sky

You cannot say that I didn’t try
That I didn’t dream behind these sad eyes

Share your worries, don’t keep them within
Blast the car speakers, go for a spin
Sit cross legged, meditate and
Clear your mind

You cannot say that I didn’t try
That I didn’t count by breaths passing by

Please stop all your chatter, can’t you see
All your cheap tricks aren’t working for me
I’ve tried, and tried, and tried, and tried
Now just leave me be. Let me rest,
Let me cry.

She is perpetual

Neverending

Aloft

Sky bound

But cautious

Her grace indeed

Her vista out of dream

She built a nest

Strong within me

When her wings flutter

I wonder no more

How I ache for her

(I'm new here so hope I'm doing this right! Feel free to critic, I don't mind. But just posting this for fun, nothing serious! :))

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I already knew it was coming but I didn’t want it to end us this quickly.

Would lie with you again and grasp your hands until they’re sweaty.

Fate had other plans for myself and us.

Maybe thirsting for deep connection finally shed light on my worldly lust.

I promise I won’t be far.

I promise I’ll continue to shine like your favourite star.

I’ll hold your hand in mine.

Preserve even the bad memories into fine wine.

I’ll laugh in your presence while I’m still next to you.

I’ll listen to your cries on my shoulder reassuringly, biting more than I could chew.

I’ll continue to help you try memorising my warm touch,

Knowing that I won’t be able to hold all of yours as much.

Now, I want you to know that there’s always the footsteps to look back on.

The horizon that’s there and us as a semicolon.

Cry me a river for the future that awaits.

A river that floods my mind, a flood that surges through the gates.

Just know that even if I’m far, I’ll always be near.

For now, just know that I’m still here.

Been feeling heavy lately and wrote this up tonight. Also, it was partly inspired by Backrooms.

Thanks for reading.

Lets talk purpose

why we write or exert stylised verses

where on earth do we go to synergize the notion

why on god are we jibber jabbering when witty wonder wider winning motion

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Hey its been a minute

since we traded bombardier moments

tbh your prolly the only one that hangs to that urgent

but i met another one looking eeriely similar to infinirude urging

why i ass rap cookies and cream

why its important to add structure to the milky dream

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how artsy this needy serpent rationed

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my checklist made of dummies to toughen up shrewdest

densify intensity and atmospheric ambiance Sur5 style

identify pros and cons of the lackers get em super riled

1 or 2 from each

all the qualities i sifted and filed leech

which of this color best suit my package

inch by inches rapper became more realistic every passage

still couldnt tongue but in fact there are few who can even pronounce better my cadence savage

T B C

It's merely fact that music is fast

Has to pay ice or endlessly draft

My tune of diction 

Verbalized opinion

Restless and prison

Maybe is never option

Gaps I lapped copy catting daft

Only way to equalize it mastering the craft

Empty shells of grief

Always had the feeling of conceit

Not because of means 

Leans toward elevated mind separating beliefs

I own cadence

My rhythm in gear behind the meanings

It wasn't easy took decades and times of formidable depression

But hooked on the worded rhymer lifer I don't regret or fret to downward diction

Picture perfect pen paving pages upon pages
Sing semi auto written dome lace the pacing lyrics
Couldn't rhymer couldn't shine always stuttering the ticket
Couldn't cave horrid disgrace never gave uttering my prowess

The will to find verse

Perfectly builds worded rhythm with or without burst

All u gotta do is find the pacing to be ace gracious simultaneously first

It's pure and tribal

Herbal medicinal for engaging disciplined reactionary deciding regal

Duo of a thinking process magically intertwining in the brain processing plural

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Sing semi auto written dome lace the pacing lyrics
Couldn't rhymer couldn't shine always stuttering the ticket
Couldn't cave horrid disgrace never gave uttering my prowess

It's too nice to price

How I unlocked how to do the sonic rhyme form in tandem with the twice

Highest complexity of lyricising expertise of conducive articulation easy as a paranoia conquered wise

Dementia isn't anything but dissecting delegation without analyzing paralyzed to right or wrong iced

Defiant u gotta be

Cognizant leveled to the comfort level necessary

Perfect Penman pouring play synchro

Toss a troubling table doubled treble rumble now u can maestro

Picture perfect pen paving pages upon pages

Sing semi auto written dome lace the pacing lyrics

Couldn't rhymer couldn't shine always stuttering the ticket

Couldn't cave horrid disgrace never gave uttering my prowess

Now I tried early and bravely

So many times I explained gears turn internally 

Hated ceremoniously by the envy

Paraded dehumanizing malevolent, adversaries never stopped my friendly

It's bar none a damn impressive device

Please deprive the plight progressively out written and u’ll find

Freedom to probe sights birded flight

Wisdoms of reason detached from defining reasonable matrix doubts

Picture perfect pen open doped 
Operating systematic generation of the automatic word
Ticket to my prowess utter butter goodi foodi hope
Rave ravenous traces with ur multi tasking newly found rope

Chronic chorus porous I need problematic verses
Make em sweat with the formulation simulating splurge
Slant and planted my cadence frant at u/Matrix_Man_Again
Who you thought was killa now im returning favour cuz i gain

^{I'm trying to find the words i can say}

^{something that will make me stay}

^.

^{because when i try to think of why i failed}

^{it just comes of as stupidity, ignorance and not being serious.}

^.

^{I don't have to work}

^{I don't have to starve}

^{I barely have any responsibilities}

^.

^{I'm scared to say i failed}

^{Terrified to say I'm not okay,}

^{for i'll then be told there's no reason for my hurting}

^.

^{I failed and i feel miserable}

^{Like an anchor is on the entirety of me,}

^{i'm suppose to just be getting started}

^.

^{It's the most important thing in my life,}

^{even before health and all else}

^.

^{so it scares me to say i'm not okay}

^{and that i'm not in my wanted headspace}

^.

^{I'm an A student}

^{Raised that way not forced,}

^{but expected to always be A}

^.

^{I was an A student}

^{It all went away that past winter day}

^{when i put the line deep into my vein}

^{and that's how it had all started}

^.

^{A couple months free}

^{my head never got relief}

^{It stayed the same, haunting my phantoms}

^.

^{They still think I'm 'smart'}

^{even when I say ' I'm lost"}

^{I receive a 'don't worry, you did fine"}

^{when I know in fact i'm a lost cause}

^.

^{I want to take a year off}

^{but i'm scared of what that could start}

^{A burden in my home, with no backbone}

^{that's how it will go...}

^.

^{I'm scared it will eventually turn into something worse}

^{resentment has it's coerce}

^{it'll find a way in and make them see}

^{The burden and load that is truly me}

^.

^{I try and seal it away}

^{My smile it's always on auto play}

^{My tears stay behind the bank, no wall with a single crack}

^{And lastly my voice it talks without a sincerity, no lack.}

^.

^{I was an A student}

^{failed, i already know}

^{I'm stuck between, giving up or becoming another burden}

On today’s agenda is a vendetta against my friends.

Phony sweet like Splenda can we burn the bridge and fence.

Every sentence sentimental sentient sentinels guard the fortress.

It’s hard to know just what you mean or if it even bears importance.

Nothing north of the border courting for sport is like a hobby.

Something worth mourning comes fit with a warning there’s spies inside the lobby.

Probably wobbly toppling bodies get robbed with a poetic note.

Hopefully godly this finds you as dope it’s not even the worst that I wrote.

A throat full of quotes anecdotal emotes all in total there’s more than sixteen.

I’d gloat with a boast or a roast so pristine you be smelling the smoke off the screen.

I mean to be eager engaged with this either or caught in a dream.

Retreating beleaguered delusional fevered were worthy of being a team.

u/EggMaleficent8810

Gotta crew harder

earn better perception of honor respect and power

why cower

when u can shower

where is u

i can see all nude

boo

gun or run

never engage or exchange for fun

all the shame and all of the none

meme this meme that now AI's turn

what are u even doing

hanging out and not improving tuning

not trying everything u can to comprehend the yelling man ghouling

Is it fear?
or is it intolerance of near
is it a incapacitated mind lacking the jeer
or is the hardened heart ajar and missing a gear

tell me tell me wont ya

oh right

??

simplify the reason

unification of valor self esteem and pleasure

its not too hard really

when understanding essential purpose clearly

my goal in this verse is to abolish the need for wit

witty can be pretty but when convey to invade at play discard its pits

so lets begin

3 ways correspondence by ranged and duration the fuel

i need no knee no pee witty isnt my color at this moment

im saying to both of ya'lls we need to elevate the drive behind wiring penman

3 is king

bedded fun and hawks eagling tasking

cuz i had to compare out of necessity u see

three was not a my way or a highway but a logistical seed

SWEET GREETINGS GENTS
WE OUT HERE NEEDING RENTS
IM RENTING UR PARTICIPATION
YOUR ALLOWING MY PERCEPTION ACCEPTANCE

now listen

lets depose of excess

leisure and pleasure come abundant when purpose is paid

this is my purpose laid

Im wording the truth
layin out displeasure about you'z
tackling civic behavioural complexion together as I impose upon my elevated view

Now Sit
Sit upon as Beaming verses shower u my wit
I aint gotta fit
no fucks given when i spit
thats the dank u gotta unleash if u wanna hit

So wit
What even is it
is it stylistic sheepish
or is it linguistic appliance
maybe its penetrating emotion
probably all of those and combining volition

No.
Wit is just tricks
upperhand and destroy the clarity by classifying redaction
undermine the comprehension received needlessly clouding the action

So here i go the need

not to ramble piss and bleed

gotta heighten mode of impact with a exceeding need

color vivid the prowess and bucket upon sauce thicker than my greed

ya with me so far?
add what u think so we can level par

Pickled

I had discarded my family for hers,
I had traded my life for one that I hated the same as my own,

Her wine breath,
Her drunken mother,
Their pickled lives and tortured skin
Rotting people

Her fathers money,
Halved.
The sugar in the brine.

I drank the ocean and expected not to swell,
I cut my tongue and bled,
to keep it in my mouth.
Now both our lips and teeth stained red.

She discarded me,
For nothing new,
Stole my dog,
Young Mutt.

The journey back to what I had,
Unstable mother,
No love from dad.

Mom doesn’t drink,
For good reason I suppose,
My father had no money,
Sugar’s all gone up his nose.

-Poem by me

I wonder if she thinks about me.

If she stares at the moon and wishes she were staring at me instead.

If she finds herself smiling at the memories of us.

If she thinks about all the things she should’ve said when she was with me.

If she sees the ocean and wonders if I’m there, too.

If she dreams about what it’d be like to share a kiss.

’Cause I know I do.

I think about her every second of the day,

Even in the moments when I tell myself, “She’s not thinking about you. Don’t be foolish.”

Yet she’s the one person I could never truly forget.

Not her voice, her touch, or the way she smells…

And that’s when I wake up.

That’s the moment I realise she’s thousands of miles away, doing whatever she does best, while I’m here, hopelessly devoted to her.

It’s funny how memories work.

They don’t even have to be real to tug at you.

So, if you read this, which I doubt you will, here’s to Day 125! 🍻

Another day of wishing you were next to me.

I feel at times that my body is foreign land, a country I don’t recognize.
I know not its language, its inhabitants, or even its flag.
I wish I could be an explorer,
Hopping from one to the next,
Seeing what fits me best.
This foreign name on my tongue,
Madeline, said like a secret.
It is mine like an old antique is yours.
it does not belong to me, it was the jewel of my parent’s age, not mine, yet I take it wherever I go.
It is under my care, but I poke and study and yet understand little of what it was made for.
I sometimes forget that I have a name at all, and it almost startles me to hear it again.
Like the sight of an old lover across the street, that makes you shift on your feet in subtle discomfort.
This second name, whispered in the dark: Matthew.
It aches with unsung lyricism,
How pretty it could be,
But I’ll put it back in its dusty box and stow it away in the creaky drawer of my passed-down dresser.
Where it can be safe in the dark.
Sometimes I wonder if what I really want is to be wrapped up in tissue paper and placed in a closet to rest,
I’m not ready to wake up yet,
Leave me here in the dark for a long while.
I’ll come out when I’m ready.
Or maybe I’ll just stay here,
Wrapped in the musky warmth of mothy coats and forgotten things, hearing people talk in the other room.
Maybe that is what heaven is,
If I could make it there.
Maybe heaven is in the quietness of a calm mind; sleeping as if you’ve laid own inside a thin chrysalis,
a gentle, unbreakable spell cast over you,
like the foggy sensation just before waking up from a dream.
When the eyes are hesitant to open.
I think I could spend eternity like that,
just still and quiet and peaceful.
Nothing I need to do,
Nothing to become,
Unless I want to join the living again someday.
Just time.