Sometimes I wonder When you pass across my mind I wonder where you are today And what you’ve left behind I wonder if you’ve changed From the one I knew before I wonder what you do each day Who you are behind closed door I wonder if you think of me Even though I doubt you do I wonder if you meant to me More than I meant to you I wonder if you’re as happy As you deserve to be I wonder if you wonder All these things of me
You spend all your money on plane tickets
And you will until the day you die.
Just to fulfill the idea of the person you wish to be.
Someone insightful, outgoing and alive.
To escape, trying to escape. Desperately,
escape
The truth.
That you are bones wrapped in skin.
You’re vegan, pescatarian, vegetarian,
To escape the fact
That you’re a murderous being
At heart.
Flesh torn from bone, eaten raw,
Eaten crisp
To fill the hunger that rages within.
The hunger to kill, to eat, to kill
You’re part of PETA, of CARE, of Doctors without Borders.
Separating yourself
From the truth of your existence.
The blood on your hands stain
On purpose or for purpose? by Philiocofansis, literature
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On purpose or for purpose?
What’s the point of holding on. I mean, honestly; who are we trying to impress?
There are people who say that “the best is yet to come”,
but they are just fooling themselves.
Pretty little lies to help them get through the bad times
But it’s been 7 years since I realised what I have
And since then there’s never been more than 4 weeks without feeling the infernal pain.
Even when medicated.
It’s exhausting,
And we hold on to make a point.
But what’s the point?
We surround ourselves with things that mark our “successes”
But the only real success is that we made it through the day
Without jum
Breathing underwater
Is this a secret thing?
I suffocate in the air
And drown in the sun.
I am alive when I am trapped
But I am dead when I am free.
And that is all that there is.
The Battle Never Ends by Philiocofansis, literature
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The Battle Never Ends
If this war never ends, then what’s the point in fighting?
If the successes last only a short time, then what is the point?
If the successes do not feel grand, then why achieve?
And if the light does not shine, then why do we see?
He was never mine to keep
The years I looked upon him with favour
The times spent together in jest
Was only time borrowed.
Just a speck of time I stole.
But now I see that he is with you,
Your place is where I stood.
I kept it warm for you, I guess.
Please, to him be true.
I feel ill I’m going to die
I have a twitching in my eye
I’m burning up, I’m feeling sick
I’ve got a feeling this is it.
Going to the doctors- three today
He said I’m a
Hypochondriac.
No clue where I’m at
I swear I’m gonna die today
I have an ingrown toenail
My skin is looking pale
I’m got the shakes
I’m gunna die
Cause I’m a
Hypochonriac
Is there a pill for that?
Drug me up and wish me luck
I think my
Tongue has swollen up
My breasts have shrunk a cup
I haven’t slept at all today
They say I’m a
Hypochondriac
And that I’m doing crack,
That it makes me parano
A life of dreams, wrapped in hope
Trapped in a box of despair.
A trembling child in the garden of Eden
Enclosed by a circle of fire.
You have the world beneath your feet
Opportunities for you to take.
You can be anyone, do anything
but the only one stopping you, is you.
Live like Icarus and not like a mouse
For before he fell; he felt life, freedom and hope.
But a mouse only feels fear
Embrace the risk and do not fear it.
For the longer you wait, the further you fall
Into the sands of time, unable to move
Suffocating.
Your life is your own
No-one else’s.
Bypassing Formalities by Philiocofansis, literature
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Bypassing Formalities
I melted the ice of the polar caps,
To stop the concern of inevitability.
I moved the polar bears to the zoos
And the penguins to Sea World.
They’re happy there,
And now fish swim at our feet.
I took the oil from beneath our toes
And sent it into the sun.
Now we don’t need to worry
And a star is fed, ready to burst.
We have renewable energy now
And a warmer summer.
I chopped down all the trees
And burnt them all to feed the sky.
Now we have no means of oxygen
And the greenhouse is full.
We will die with a smile
From our poisonous intoxication.
I thought that I would do the job
We seem to have set out to do.
For all this fuss
Do you not feel it,
When you stand there so innocently?
Staring into space.
Does the fear not grip you
Filling each crevice within you, gaseous
And tear you from within?
When the pain hits
And you hold on to anything beside you,
Do you not give up?
Do you not think,
If given the option, “I’d opt out”?
But it's not offered.
Do you find it’s too hard,
To go on, to breath, to open your eyes,
Even if they’re still open?
It’s debilitating
It’s demeaning
It’s reality.