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I Now Pronounce You Dead

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You|Society|Change

At 12 when you’re treated so badly

In your teens not knowing love 

In your dreams 

What dreams 

You can never sleep 

I now pronounce you dead 

 

At 18 you’re all alone 

Rejected from college 

Rejected from social life

Rejected by your own eyes 

I now pronounce you dead 

 

At 25 you’re working hard 

Can’t sleep 

Don’t want to open you eyes 

Still the sun shines 

I now pronounce you dead 

 

At 30 you’re life is ahead of you 

Afraid for your well being 

With no strength to move forward 

Still the world turns 

I now pronounce you dead

 

At 40 with kids of your own 

You’ve provided for them 

And held them close

And still can’t feel 

Your heart beating 

I now pronounce you dead 

 

At 50 in your birthday

Cursing the day you were born 

As your wishing for your life to end

I now pronounce you dead 

 

At 80 all alone

As you pushed your friend 

And your own flesh and blood

In a chair crying as it dawns 

I now pronounce you dead 

 

At any age and time and space 

Where we just wake up and sleep

Forgetting our hopes and dreams 

We pronounce ourselves dead

 

When we are living but now actually living 

When we are breathing but not taking deep breaths 

When we are walking instead of dancing under the rain 

We pronounce ourselves dead 

 

When you wake up 

Just to go back to sleep 

When you work 

Just to meet your daily needs 

When you dream 

Just to shut out reality

When you socialize 

Just to pass time 

Well...

I now pronounce you dead

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We often forget to live which causes us to stop feeling, enjoying and cherishing life which causes us to die on the inside and live as a corpse.

 

Always remember life is much more than yesterday and today.

Go back

As I lay next to you in silence 

I wonder to myself 

what did I do wrong 

 

I feel rejected 

I feel manipulated to think only physical acts of intimacy mean you love me 

 

I feel like a hollow shell

im not sure I feel anymore

I've been pushing it all deep down inside 

now I'm not sure where this can all be found 

 

I ask if your in the mood 

you push me away telling me I have things to take care of myself 

 

it's not the same 

 

why must I feel unwanted

not heard 

an empty vessel going about my day completing my daily routines and tasks 

at the end of the day to only feel numb and shut down 

I don't know what happened to me

i don't know why your no longer interested

no longer invested 

I've Never cried so much in silence 

thinking about you 

about us 

hoping true love will get us through

 

im lying awake every night 

overthinking everything 

while you sleep 

I can't sleep

i Can't relax 

I just wish we could go back 

 

 

End This

I hate this version of me

You have made me feel needy

I constantly yearn for your love and affection

Only to be constantly let down

 

What is wrong with me

Why aren't I good enough

Youve sheltered me from the world

From my true self

 

I constantly doubt your love

I doubt myself 

I no longer have this confidence inside 

I am slowly loosing myself

I don't think you've noticed 

let alone cared

 

I don't know how much more I can take

I don't know how much I can stand 

I am drowning in myself trying to make me better

For a man that won't give me his time

 

I fucking hate myself now

What have I allowed 

I hate us

Why are we here 

We need to end this 

Otherwise I will find myself struggling for years

Who Wants Eternity

Folder: 
Satish Verma

In black sun
and white night,
I was ready to
breath in the arsenic!

Who was under
threat, I will ask?
The silence of the abyss
was going to upset me.

Can you stop―
these threarics, without
hurting anybody after
the unpaid debt of an
invisible devotee?

Drooping eyes
do not want to see the
setting sun in twilight.

Suckers Come

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Swear me, to the end
of the beginning. Of
impossible. I wanted to
talk to honeybees. Why the
queen had left the nest
for the sweet wounds?

The intruder holds the
citadel for a ransom. Innocent
storms, will not break, massive
walls of pride. I
stand in queue to fight
with my destiny. One last time.

Nobody wants to be bisexual.
The pomegranates swell.
Fantasies swim in eyes.
I rewrite the names of
colored absconders.

Blade Of Temper

Folder: 
Satish Verma

That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set.
Ablaze steals the moment.

*

It comes apart;
the surrogacy of imperfect―
seeds of love and hate.

*

Dry leaves of a tree
will not carry the message of
a beautiful lake.

Abuse

In hell i

burn in this life

of despair

 

Raped everyday,

raped by bystanders 

and traitors 

 

Scarred and

deformed by the

trauma

 

An angry dog

doesnt trust

not after you've beaten it 

 

Evil is the norm

heroes are scarce 

in this world of scum

 

It is easier to conform

then to resist 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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NEW FRIEND

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poems

I have a new friend that is sexy as she can be,

I cant tell you her name but her initials are KRC,

She carries in her heart a huge amount of pain,

She wont let you see it or try to explain,

Instead she will make you laugh and feel like you have known her for a long while,

When she is around me all I can do is smile,

We can talk for hours and our stories almost sound the same,

When shes gone away everything feels better when I hear her say my name,

I had to take her home 47 miles away,

I didn't think it would be such a sad day,

She held on to my arm for the entire drive,

It has been too long since I felt that alive,

We are just good friends and I know that is all we will ever be,

But that doesn't make her any less important to me,

She is free as a bird soaring in the wind,

And in me she has found a forever friend.

 

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The Judas Effect

There are traitors

as judas pretending 

to be benevolent 

 

But in secret their black

hearts divise evil schemes 

for their neighbor

 

So as judas sold the messiah

out to be crucified

so are we sold out to the dogs

by our families, friends and neighbors

to be tortured

 

These workers of iniquity in their minds 

think they do good when they really do evil 

 

Selling their brother like Joseph into bondage

betraying as Judas for mammon

 

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