poetry
“Writing helps us discover who we truly are”
Matty Shreds
Writing is the only place that allows me to truly escape. Despite the evident absence of joyousness within it, it helps free my mind from the darkness that consumes me.
In a world where fabricated strength is the epitome of what “mass appeal” looks like, I’m comfortable being an outsider—ironically, it’s one of the only aspects of life that actually makes me feel happy; an oddity, yet a notable idiosyncrasy of mine.
Is furtive love something that offers more power
than the superficial charm of social glamour?
Never before have I ever felt more deceived
by smiles than in this moment.
I woke up thinking of you again.
Every impulse in my body is screaming for you.
How do I ignore my soul’s reflection in a world that’s otherwise predominantly meaningless?
Pity surrounds the surface of her demeanour.
Her gloomy expression,
makes you uneasy at sight.
to be someone else,
if you’re not even a someone,
to someone else, yourself?
broken emotions
Dark & Evil, they’re one of a kind
They deprive your happiness,
Enjoying your hate..
isolated
guardian of the dead
whether you like it or not
We’ll soon be dead,
in a casket to rot
emotional relapse
I don’t know what to feel
Is this relapse temporary?
Or is this love for real?
THE MARTYR
while you preach love
& what it dies of..
CARPE NOCTEM
BEFORE I JUMP
All of the things that you did to me
Not in person, or in visual form
I will write you the literary storm
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