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@Freedom-Writers-Writing

Injured

Injured mind says the doctor
Injured perspective said the greek
Skewed paradigms says the power
Skewed expectations says society

Whom do we trust to tell us we're broken
How should one determine if one is so
One man to another knocks an arrow
Made from injured bark of a tree, a willow
Made from life, a weapon
Bestowed upon us all
How should we use it?
To kill one another and fall

We are injured by design
Seperate yet powerful
Uniqueness comes with difference
Which then we chose to resign

How do we conclude
Knowing each one of us is broken?
Acceptance comes with greatness
And greatness comes from the mind

The Coat

The winding streets within the night
The bright morning day over no dark city,
The folds and creases within the fabric,
That shroud which was worn by far too many

Let alone what shall remain
Keep the figure from all that lives
Keep your secrets and please refrain
From taking that which always gives

Mysterious clouds above the sky
Ask the figure, why oh why
Standing there, in a coat distorted
Standing by to shriek and cry

But I know of the stories told
I have seen them all unfold
With many tears the people shed
Night to day they rest in bed

Far from him they choose to be
Keeping far from grasp they seek
That poisonous coat which leeches souls
Those eyes which are two pits of coal
Those eyes which contain but two black holes
The coat worn by many, my life it stole

Warning: Deeeeep

Who am I?

Who am I?
The one who stumbles upon a moonlight
To seek a final answer to the question
Am I right?

Do I do enough to catch myself
To fall from great heights of madness
Place my troubles on a high enough shelf,
And escape my indifference in sadness?

How naive I must be to complete the only thing that makes me...me
The choices that I flee to counteract my effortless pleas for forgiveness,
as I speak the word please?
I shout with my lungs the phrase of glee
How must I be,
And how do I ask the question,
Who am I?
Me?

But what does that mean?
Sure I must be far from clean
But am I so terrible?
Could I be so unbearable?
The voices in my head that tell me I am unforgiving, horrible, a cloak of darkness, unwearable?

Grammatical dystrophy fixes the mental distance I create in me,
For I have allowed the thoughts of calamity to dull the empty pain that I can feel deep inside of me.
What I do with this dull throb is up to me to do with what I please
To the thoughts that never cease to uphold any of my pleas
I shout to the top of the sky,
I will happily demolish any darkness with ease.

@Freedom-Writers-Writing

@Happy_Pills
Pink I've found makes me look the best, actually.
I'm darker so lighter colors make nice contrast I suppose.

I hate wearing yellow, doesnt work

Any questions you still can't understand, or is there anything you're curious about?

You are my home
my morning and night
Sun and moon
Art and craft
France and Rome

With care I place
The thoughts of you
Your pretty face
Your touch of grace
Memories new

I miss you now
I want you here
For losing you is my greatest fear

I write my lines
And speak my mind
and rid these bonds of anger that bind and reside to resign any sign of my hearts devine happiness I'm declined

For no thought of your beauty can be bound by no man, mortal, or mistake

@Freedom-Writers
@CCreads

If @Tag is god, and god created everything,
who created tag?

@Darla-Alphalfa

Scarlet petals over crimson flower tops
The scent of the bloom, that I hope never stops
Whispers of silence is all but enough
Words of defiance is all but too rough

I'm missing the sound of the words you don't say
I'm missing the sight of the smiles you give away
For one day pass, my heart shrinks again
One too many times, I've told you I would stay

You've gone away forever
I miss times we've been together
Til the day we meet again
I miss you, old friend

Dam, he was like the cool uncle of TWS

@xoyee
Hope this explains,
let me break it down for you,
Men have a biological need and urge for sex itself. The act of sex and what it entails is quite literally programmed into the male mind from the day of puberty to the day we die. This urge is so powerful that even if a man doesnt think about sex, have sex, or want to have sex, he will still have 'night emissions' because of it.

Those 'big bad horny men' are just like any other guy, struggling with the poweful urge to think, talk, and act on sex.

Fortunately enough, some men have found the discipline to overcome it, and do well to hide it. But it's always there and always will be there.
Guys who appear to be civil, are just guys respectable enough to hide it and distract from it. But normally, all it takes is the flick of a switch in the male brain, and all of that comes out again.
Girls take longer to think about those things and feel that way, guys can literally feel it in an instant without control.

Tl:dr dont blame the biology.
asking a guy why he thinks about sex is asking a human why they are acting like a human. Its extreeeemly difficult to overcome biological urges and getting mad at us doesnt help. Guys dont suck, I swear,
Girls have issues
Guys have issues
It's life

It's been nearly an entire year since i've last logged in here, and almost 2 years since i've been active. I left primarily because I moved on from TWS and saw a lot of awesome people eventually depart as well, I guess that's just how this site works. People come here looking for something, find it, and eventually leave.

Ask me anything! <3

@Huh33 go die in a ditch you sick person

@Scottish

You're *

Your poem was really good dude!
I'm a huge fan of imagery and I think you nailed that one here. One thing i say that may help is changing up the rhyme scheme within the poem itself, which is completely legal! It produces some cool effects in some cases, and may help in this specific case.

Not my finest work, but a reply nonetheless

The everlasting star, burning bright
Shining so beautiful with all its might
We stray from the dark,
as it frightens our being
But the most powerful of stars
Is seen best in the night

We fight, we strive to find our purpose
We say we are clay, or atoms, stardust
But relishing in our sun
Is an absolute must

No matter religion, or thinking mind,
Or passion and kind,
Or space and time

We all go back to our wandering star
drifting in space
Provision of grace

@Sam77 ya, im confused

@XxMiniJadexX ooph

@ドラゴンレイロウKina What's his name?

@ドラゴンレイロウKina awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww