swayrae
swayrae
Swayrae
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I am studying Radio, and love literature as well as poetry. I post original poetry everyday.
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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I love to read
Reading transports me to a place
Only I can imagine
A place where I fit in
And need not follow a status quo
A place where I am loved
By those around
A place where I am me.
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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My body aches
My skin shakes
I would rather be dead
Than hold my dread
For tomorrow to come
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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I am tired
I am sad
I am uninspired
I am everything society claims as ‘bad’
I am somebody, although
I am still seen as a nobody
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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I do not deserve what I have
I do not deserve what I
I do not deserve what
I do not deserve
I do not
I do
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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The mind is complex
Never will we truly understand
Why we exist
I feel a warmth of comfort
Knowing that I just exist to be me
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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Being in the moment grounds us
We don’t want to fly too high into the future
And we don’t want to sink too deep into the past
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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I believe that one cannot say they are living
Until they have something to live for
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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I cannot think clearly
For my mind is cluttered
Resembling an overgrown garden
That I must weed
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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I tend to be lone
But never lonely
Tired but never weary
Hungry but never hunger
Smile but never happy
What am I?
I cannot answer.
For I do not know myself.
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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I want to die
But not in a way you think
Thinking about death just tickles me pink
So why do you long for death? you sigh
For I will tell you
The time draws nigh
I yearn for death to see what lie
So close, yet so far on the other side
To see if religion tells the truth
Or If death is the true fountain of youth
Hearing all this might make you quiver
But it fills me with incessancy
Overflowing with ecstasy
All this excitement now makes me shiver
For I will prepare with anticipation
Maybe the end could be reincarnation
I am now beaming with glee
For now you can truly see
Why I am prepared
As well as not scared of death
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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I cup your hands in mine, but you start to pull away
I look up with you, eyes filled with tears of dismay
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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I like to look up, at the stars shining bright
While I stand under the pale moonlight
I think to myself, I am glad I am here
To share the world with those I hold so dear
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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Our love is feeble
Never will you read it within a fable
from any folklore
or tale
Where the hero and the princess fall in love
No, we are the Juliet who awakes to a dead Romeo
We are the Cain to Abel
A relationship built to fail
Did our love truly come from the heart?
Or were we doomed right from the start?
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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I aspire to be great
Not one of the greats
I do not plan to be on billboards
Or written down in history
I plan on making people laugh
I plan on making people smile
I plan on improving myself
Continually learning ‘till my inevitable death
But until then, I aspire to be great
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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Confessions of a moon watcher
The moon speaks to me, unequivocally
Reminding me that we are humans
And nothing more.
We are a spec on a giant chart,
And yet I feel a simple bliss knowing that.
One day I’d like to swim in the sea of stars
And see what earth is like.
Not a picture from the tele,
but from a scope on top of the moon.
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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The number of times I’ve thought about death
Far outweighs the number of breaths I have taken
Am I truly living then?
Or longing for death?
-Swayrae
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swayrae · 4 years ago
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You never wanted any love, not a bit.
You wanted a toy, that’s right, ain’t it?
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