Dark Desires What the darkness wants is to be plunged into the darker To know your damnable dirty deeds The thoughts that run around your head Taunting you with their insanity and their reality. The darkness wants you to go with it. Further and further until you cannot see the light. Until light is a
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The World We Live In It’s a tough world we live in, But “get on with it” they say. Generations before you saying you’re underachieving, Or doing it wrong if not their way, Yet back when you were young, It was weird to be gay. The gender stereotyping is nothing but a joke The way
The Shadows In the darkness of the night, While you are trying to sleep. Thoughts are repeated Over and over, Sticking in your mind. They tell you things That you don’t want to hear. They tell you things Until you believe them yourself. And it never stops. ‘You are different. They are judging you For
Nowhere to Hide We are teenagers We live in an age of Instagram and Snapchat Of mobile phones and social media Wherever we go it’ll always be there The people we try to get away from The words we try to get away from The pictures we try to get away from Will always be
Whispers Whispers in the halls Make even the strongest of people take falls As the one stupid comment Can bring the “poor girl” to her knees Embarrassed and left alone When she picks up her phone And the whispers once said quietly in the halls Making it feel she has to postpone Her return to
“Power” My generation is powerful. We don’t realise it. My generation wants justice, wants equality. We want peace and we want love. We want a home, we want a clean planet. Not all of us realize the impact we can make. We drown ourselves in social media and say “ah sure it’ll be fine.” But
A World A world on fire A world of hate Some try so hard to fight the acts of violence Against our brethren with an irony as strong as steel Spouting insults at those whom insult each other And cause discord in streets filled with resentment Some try to ignore the enviable immolation of mankind
The Ocean What the ocean desire is to be cleansed, to be free from your plastic bottles and tin cans. A world is contained in that large mass of water, A world of creatures and micro-organisms swimming through the vast seas. Yet you forget that, but the ocean does not. The ocean hurts, as a
Predetermined Fate Predetermined fate, the story of this world. The toil and the trouble, inevitably in vain. Whirled into the abyss, unaccompanied by tools. Pain and pleasure, utterly meaningless. For those who know their value are the true fools. Society Society is screwed, all starts off when I go to school. Already being made choose
The Shadows What the shadows crave Is not be able live the best that I can To be afraid of what I can achieve To be afraid to reach out to others To sorrow in darkness and not shine bright To not believe in my dreams and goals But I want to erase those shadows