You were never supposed to exist
You breathe too loud
You have been the worst of nightmares
Maybe you shouldn't ever have existed
Why are you sick
Why couldn't you be normal
You were supposed to take care of me
That's the only reason I ever let you stay
You were destined to be the scapegoat
You were born to be the punch bag of this family
Why don't you respect your elders
Why don't you give in to your destiny
You weren't supposed to have ideas
Or thoughts or feeling or emotions
You were born
To take the weight of all our faults
To be made to believe your existence caused this
To never blink, to not flinch
To accept all blame, to never fight back
Why don't you just accept your role
This is what fate destined for you
Long before you were born
We decided not to have you
You should be grateful
You're alive and breathing
Clothed and fed
You are too loud
In your needs and demands
Born to be invisible
You were never supposed to exist
Do you eat in order to live?
Or do you live merely to eat?
A grand proposition indeed—
Yet answerless.
Though you may dream,
We shall never truly know.
"I think, therefore I am."
Descartes’ dictum—
Cast it all aside.
Simply because we exist,
We drink water.
That irresistible force!
We drink of your sweet honeyed water.
The following day—
"We brush our teeth,
and retch it all back."
Before me, a blade of grass
Sways gently in the breeze,
Slumbering in peaceful sleep.
I don’t speak much
not because I have nothing to say,
but because this world rarely listens
to silence that doesn't scream.
I sit with shadows,
not out of fear
but because they don't expect me
to shine when I’m tired.
People pass like passing clouds
all noise, all rush,
while I stay rooted in storms
they’ll never notice.
I write my thoughts in margins,
not in conversations.
My world is not loud,
but it’s vast
quiet galaxies where I feel everything.
They call it lonely,
but I call it breathing.
Not everyone needs a crowd
to feel alive.
Let me ask you—
do you love me?
For I love you.
But that is not the question.
When things upset me
I cannot express it.
I sit back in anger
and then transgress.
The things you do,
you do repeatedly,
sometimes acting
as if I do not exist.
Leaving me behind,
my mind lost in a mist—
a mist of clouds
floating without direction.
The feeling of disinterest
is deeply noted,
the loneliness lingering
throughout the day.
Until it’s time for bed—
still nothing to say.
You have your friends,
and I have mine too,
but you and I both know
they should not come before you.
Yet I feel less important
when it comes to them,
leaving me confused
and frustrated again.
Everything you do
seems done on a whim.
You treat them like family,
but not the same with me.
Listen here, my guy—
I carry your last name.
Touch me, pinch me,
let me know I’m there.
Stop ignoring me,
tossing me aside
as if you do not care.
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Am sold can hear the dear old Dalai Lama
Want to believe that there could be Karma
Perhaps then there would be less Drama
Perhaps then things would be a lot Calmer
Rumpy pumpy Trumpy not US self Harmer
Spitting surreal vile funereal bile like a Llama
We agree mean Tangerine's a snake Charmer
Serial killer like Attila or even Jeffrey Dahmer
AI lie farmer and fake white knight in Armour
Sadly he’s no disarmer clear there's no Karma
Won't change tack bring back Barrack Obama
And just say no to gung ho woe Keir Starmer
I shouldn't be left alone with the absurdity of my thoughts
I had this feeling today that I wanted nothing more than to be a flower pressed between your pages
I want you to crush me.....
Until all the air and light around me ceases to exist and there is nothing but you
My world, only you
To me there seems to exist, correct me if I'm wrong,
in a modern society , full of many flaws
A gaping oxymoron!!!! Which takes precedence,
all the spying apparatus or all the privacy laws ??
So many methods, mobile phones, computers, smart meters,
cameras on the roads many more, perhaps I'm not aware of
None of us exempted in our homes or driving in our cars
Do those who employ these methods to subjugate our freedoms,
suffer deep seated irrational fears ? Why else would they do it ?
How to find some solace amongst all the crazy bedlam,
escape potential, long lasting, deep emotional scars
Pray to God ,wherever He exists, some say it is above
To fill the world with compassion,
change these evil ways, replace them with universal love
I meandered in a quiet loop of forever,
Over the bridge in the hush of dusk,
Beyond the ageless cradle,
Hunting myself I left behind.
Was it really there?
And then I realized,
Even the compass has forgotten my name.
As I left breadcrumbs in the storm,
Every path whispered a maybe!
People?
Gone, as a drizzle beneath the summer sun,
None stayed long enough -
Because I was smiling behind all that ache.
Halfway there,
To a place I have only felt in silence,
To peace that may not exist at all,
Just in case IT IS there.
I am spent,
Because the rose I carry dug its thorns into me.
Yet the hope breathes through every thread of blood... And that...
Is enough.
Every day of our lives is filled with uncertainty
It’s easy to exist
When everything else fails
We default our existence
But with love
We learn to live
Love is music
Love is dance
Love is art
Love is books
Love is whatever lights up your soul
Our souls are more important
Than the infinite universe that surrounds
When facing the things we turn away from
When facing the unknown
Love is constant
Love brings you back
from the depths of the dark
Love helps our souls to grow
Our souls define
whether we are living or existing
I chose to live
I chose to love
Did I exist before I came—
To Time’s reluctant Door—
Or was I but a voiceless Name—
In Silence—evermore?
The cradle of a Nothing vast—
Where neither Breath nor Form—
No Heart to quicken—nor to fast—
No Memory—to warm.
Yet here—I stand—amid the Grass—
The Moon—observes my stay—
She lifts her Lantern as I pass—
And will—when I—decay.
If Death returns me to that Place—
That hollow, unbegun—
I must bestow—while in the Race—
Some kindness—til it’s done.
Compassion—like a secret Fire—
Illumes the darkened air—
Empathy—becomes the Choir—
Where none—may yet Despair.
The Sky receives my trembling Word—
It vanishes—like Rain—
But Love once uttered—will be heard—
Beyond the mortal Plain.
So let me weigh my brief Estate—
As Stars record my Breath—
And make my Living adequate—
To justify my Death.
I like Pain!
Panacea and I are the same
We co exist with pain,!
Since i was often used to cover up a pain,!
Just like a panacea,. Im a goddess of cure
A solution to every hard problem they may have,!
Regardless of what disease it carries...
afflictions to any...
Difficulties to bear...
You dont need to worry...
For you got me,. as a remedy.!
You dont need to believe if i exist!
Panacea comes from different sizes and form,!
So if you seek for me, just know...
All you need is follow, where the pain is,...
And there i am.... a goddess of remedies
People look for an answer that has been underneath our nose,
What does it mean to live? Why do we have to acknowledge him?
Why is it wrong to be an image of his light?
The one that can move the stars and mountains.
We live in a world of chaos and one the other side, peace.
Which side will you choose?
The one that created you or the one that will destroy you?
We don’t exist in this world for the satisfaction of man but to
Ignite our souls to others, God please let me be an instrument of thy peace.
I might not be perfect but who else do I turn to when I feel the chaos caving inside of me?
We exist because an entity wanted us to exist.
My stomach hurts
My ears are ringing
I belt, in bursts
Obnoxious singing
I can’t say why
Or if it helps
I can’t just cry
And lose myself
My kids are watching
Many others too
My life, I’m botching
Must hide it from you
I can’t be real
For, if I am
The layers peel
I’m just a sham
My shaking knees
And itchy wrists
I can’t be free
If I exist
Is my life a toy, tossed in the hands of fate?
Pulled apart by cruelty, yet I refuse to break.
If not vindictive, then why this cold disdain?
Am I merely dust beneath your twisted game?
You cast me aside like whispers in the wind,
Unseen, unheard, dismissed without regret.
But I exist beyond your silent rage,
A storm too fierce for you to forget.
Do I not matter in your grand vendetta,
When my hands have never spilled deceit?
Yet you sharpen knives against my back,
A war waged for sins I did not meet.
Crucify me? How convenient your illusion,
To paint me villain while you wear the throne.
But I dance through your fire with a jester’s grin,
Mocking the chains you dare to impose.
Let them fear my laughter in the dark,
Let them choke on the echoes they create.
For I am no puppet in their cruel charade,
I am the poet of my own fate.
So call me fool, call me weak, call me lost,
But watch me rise while they remain bound.
The joke is theirs to bear alone—
I hold the pen, and rewrite the sound.
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