Real tissues
Hear the wind go bye so quietly,
see the sun through the clouds,
feel the vibrations of reality,
and hide yourself behind a shroud.
Distance the vision from the view,
let the thoughts think of now,
shuffle the lies with the true,
answer the 5 w's but not the how.
This is to focus on analyzing self,
internally sort out life's issues,
find and capture ones own wealth,
cleaning tears with real tissues.
I implore
Criminal the suffering when we're alone,
stab me and cut me down to the ground,
kick and beat me with a stone,
take me where I will never be found.
Criminal the abusing motions I implore,
quicken my end don't make it last,
verbalize the anger just to hurt me more,
people are coming hurry, quick, be fast.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 6th, 2025 07:09
- Comment from author about the poem: Was listening to the band Disturbed and created a few, here are a couple. Enjoy and make what you will out of each.
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Comments1
How different we behave in private. The way we treat others governed by how we wish to be perceived. Good write
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