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Poems about angst
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Don’t answer with a fabrication, / I didn’t ask this in haste. / Solider, did you sign up to pay for an education, / to get out of the “untouchable” working class caste? / / Youth’s loyalty has soured / but they won’t say it, / that the
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If cowardice is cleanliness, / sweep to feel content with it. / A seconds discord is hardly unclean / so sweep my friends / for a mess leaves a scene! / / And ignore the mole hill / that's emerged from the rug / The tumour that kills so
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We are, / one might say, / underproduced. / / A stop motion film / crumbling / under it's own weight. / / Not that it matters, / the film
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What give / To live / A day / In May / To spoon / In June / July / To cry / Oh hey / Hooray, / Each day's / To praise / A lot / We've got / To live / To give, / Too late / This state / Of mind / Did
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from herself, she runs further. / desperate, she huddles in a corner. / / golden sunshine turns to gray. / the night is longer than day. /
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ripped out, slit open and shattered. / cant find her feelings, theyre scattered. / hides the truth from everyone else. / pop a pill or two,
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Wanted to write something like Fade to Black, wanted to get over those emotions
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It glows coldly in her / hand, takes a puff of her / little shimmer. Ashes / cover her white blouse, / the top two buttons torn / off by some kind of / / vile drive or force or / idiot. Steadily, she fingers / the blouse, the empty
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On a rainy night / in the east village / you can't remember / the last time you spent / together / you wonder if she's well / if only you knew / what became of her / / more and more you become accustomed / to your unacceptabl
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what are words / but thoughts in our minds / that have broken through / that latched gate that is our lips / whether its to yourself / or to a friend / words can mean so much to us / and say so little / what are promises / but words that
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Two little sail boats / sailed along together / along the peaceful coast. / / The tide rushed in / then quickly changed direction. / Caught between the ebb and flow. / / One little boat was beached. / The other slid / back into the c
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Their once green leaves / now shed / they shiver in the cold / and we can see what now is gone / / abruptly frozen / in the late autum
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I'v tried to bring out a concept here - internal battles are much harder than the ones we fight outside
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Don't give me another one of those / important talks / because, I'm way over that. / Go ahead, / keep throwing up in the bathroom sink. / Let it dry overnight and collect flies, / or some sort of insect. / My bathroom is littered with human
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Being happy isn’t all its cracked up to be / for, as Gibran said, sorrow is much more / noble and honorable. / Adding to your esteem and /
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Written in my angst-ridden youth
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This is a song I wrote several years ago to my son, who is a contributor to this site, by the way. (You may know him as Enoq.)
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Malevolent butterflies shred / the pink tissue of his gut. / / His mind rapidly darts from / one innocuous trivial ism to another. / / H
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I'm stuck here, / entangled in this web, / of this there is no doubt. / / Leaking my insides, like acid, / its an affront, but you seem to like it. / / Questioning time, / wonderless oblivion / seeping though the cracks and / there
by RoisinDubh
75 words, 5 comments,
on Nov 9 7:00 PM 2008. In Dark, Life, Society, Weird, Angst, Thoughts, Rant, Fantasy, Pain, Depression, Sadness
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Everything once remained a straight line, / Until you arrived. / It was startling and caught us by surprise, / You were unidentified. / Arr
by sampa
338 words,
on Nov 7 7:46 AM 2008. In Angst
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There's an open door in the dark, / but this barrier makes it hard to move any closer, / and time seems to be trickling away, / I can feel each second pass, / and my thoughts have taken to disrupting themselves. / / There is a warmth on the
by RoisinDubh
121 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 6 10:03 AM 2008. In Sad, Dark, Spiritual, Angst, Thoughts, Anger, Perception, Depression, Anguish
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Why do you still affect me so / Why do I call when my weaknesses show / You have nothing to offer me / Never did never will / No words of c
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What happened to the world we knew? / When did we lose our way? / Or have my memories been eschewed? / Was it just yesterday? / Was not our
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So long ago when I was nine, there was a place that chilled my spine. / A towering wooden ark stood beacon to my youthful scare. / For year
by Enoq
604 words, 13 comments,
on Nov 2 10:27 PM 2008. In Angst, Dark, Life, Nature, Rhyme, Friendship, Childrens, Family, Imagery
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A youthful aspiration- / in the hand of a society, / stifled and confused- / by unethical propriety. / A once exuberant dream- / has been t
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My complacency tears away my progress. / Layer by layer I see it all, / Falling and disappearing from existence. / / Sine-like my life wo
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