The Man Without Joy

> The man without joy is all alone
> In a dark corner of his home
> Feeling cold to the bone
> He is joyless and unknown
>
> The man without joy walks in fear
> Unsure footsteps no one can hear
> His smile has turned to a sneer
> Always distant, never near
>
> The man without joy thinks of this
> He thinks of things that he will miss
> The happiness, mirth and bliss
> The memory of a dark kiss
>
> The man without joy is no more
> Once he had doubts, now he is sure
> Only one thing in life that is pure
> Death is the friend he looked for
>

Is This A Game?

I am you

You are me
We don't know
The things we see

You make me wait
You make me hate
You make me want
To disapparate

I've carved your name
I've taken blame
For everyfucking thing
Is this a game?

If this can be
Then I can't see
If I am you
And you are me

Trees and Stuff

Red snow laden trees and stuff
Bunnies on road with tiremarks on them
There is a girl in the pond
Floating, bloated and angry

The words of prophets are written on the walls
Of my city, in my blood, with my bones
I am waiting for rapture, or a riot
With my pockets full of stones

All these men want to hug us
Into a corner and keep up there
This is my country. This is my country?
In love and war, nothing is fair

I'll take a walk around these snowed up streets
While the eyes watch and ears hear me
I know they are there, there they are
But I am too afraid to point and see

Alone

If we dream and die alone

What else can you say

About living life alone?

If nice to be in company

Till it gets too much

Suffocating your life force?

There is no power in numbers

When a man fights, he fights alone

Or walks the long road home?

There is shame in seeking peace

When chaos is all you know

Where else can you go?

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Still trying to put my thoughts together.

Irritate Me

You fucking irritate me
Lying, backstabbing scum
Don't you dare instigate me
Cuz now we're just done
You have no mind for honor
You live without a code
Your life is stuck in a limbo
A jealous burning mode
Drown in your own devices
Of hate and angry noise
Bitch on like a housewife
You don't have a choice
This is all you can do
And this poem is my "fuck you"
Die in a ditch
Like the bitch

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More coming!

WE

We are the broken people

The forgotten, unloved ones

Living or just going through each day

Surviving every Monday

We are the liars and cheaters

The fat, the ugly ones

Hiding behind the masks we've created

Armor of words shielding egos we've inflated

We are the haters and trolls

The angry, the addicted ones

We never sleep, always online

Convinced as fuck, everything is fine

We are the curious non believers 

Screaming questions into the void

We have no faith, we can't trust

Our attention you better avoid

We are the lost and shameless

Blinded by ignorance and empathy

We are among you, glued to screens

Slaves to dopamine and our dying dreams

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i miss writing poems. 

The Nothing

There is nothing that hurts
Like being ignored
There is nothing worse
Than being bored
Of everything
When the days
Are a copy
Of a copy
Of a copy
There is very little you can do
Except to keep yourself distracted
From the futility of being alive
Don't look at the truth
It's a fanged monster
Waiting to bite into your conscience
Stay ignorant
It's blissful.

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