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That last one is rather haunting...
Excellent job, as always.

Anxiety

Does he like me?
If I was someone else,
who would I be?
I sometimes worry about myself

Am I too fat or too thin?
I’m afraid I’ll be pricked by a pin
I constantly have to grin
Do I possibly have an identical twin?

Nice Noah! Really sucks having anxiety issues.

I added an extra for that.
With my anxiety, I stop when I feel like I'm talking too much and that's why I made this short.

I'm like this bottle of worries. I worry too much and if I open, I worry i'll be disliked and I hide away from the world (which I'm doing at the moment) and people wonder and much as I love their wonder for me, I don't like it. It's like being under a microscope and, I don't like being kept an eye on, unless I say so.

I'll let you guys decipher this one on your own and which song I got the inspiration from.

Copycat

You’ve been going on for a while
copying my style.
Walk the walk
Talk the talk

You like being me?
How could that possibly be?
Hold on. Here’s something you should see.
Don’t act like you’re laughing with glee.

“Silver dollar
golden flame
Dirty water
poison rain”

Your acts are like a dirty old mat
You’re just becoming a freakin' copycat
Tit for tat
Copycat brat

I take a picture of cake
You somehow took a picture of steak
“You’re a foodie?” I’m asked
“I’m moody.” Talking is always so tasked.

“I’m moody too.”
You’re asking for a storm to brew
Stop acting like you don’t have a clue
I wish you could be yourself, be true

This reminds me of Fake It by Seether.

Woo! 100th comment and what better way to celebrate than with a poem.
I'm not going to crack this one though.

Cracked Glass

Separations continuing
Drama has become a living being

We’ll be spreading our rumors
It’s now become living tumors
We’ve now eaten it, as if consumers
You’re just a sick sense of humor

Bloodied feet from broken glass
another dumbass
*sigh* clearly no one has class.
We’ve now become cracked glass.

Pieces have become missing
Old information has become destroying
People are now leaving
Tumors growing in our very being.

No one can help
Silence has become the national anthem
Everyone will just yelp
Their words held for ransom

Nice Noah! Also sadly way too often true

Well...hmm...this had a lot of meaning to me I'm not sure where to start.

The title came from my cousins' church where as you reach the top of the church there was this sheet of glass, cracked so much you could throw a rock and it would shatter to those pieces.

Somehow it just screamed at me cause when I always looked at it, it seemed like it was broken and already shattered to the ground and the lines just made me want put my finger down and trace it. Also, these cracks weren't from a rock. It was from the sun (can the sun do that?) and when I said drama (Drama has become a living being) of thought of the saying "If you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen" and the sun gives heat and you know the rest.

Tumor is because a family member had one (not sure which one) and I thought that if you ate it, you will get it again and spread further.

I've had enough drama in the past few months and somehow, I'm like this magnet cause I hear more of it and for the love of God, I don't want it. After the whole drama with another ex-fur (who I will keep anon) it just made me crack like the glass. We keep on feeding and eating ourselves to death with this drama (tumors) that I can't stand it. I just don't want drama yet I'm getting cherry picked info about them as if I must turn on them after just knowing them or I've become friends with them. If you don't like the fur then leave the fur and move on with life. If you can't then...I don't know what to say.

Just please...quit it. Move along with your lives, stop being fake and stop being jealous or petty.

noah-lausberg wrote: ↑Fri Sep 14, 2018 6:35 pm Tumor is because a family member had one (not sure which one) and I thought that if you ate it, you will get it again and spread further.

Asking the real questions here.

noah-lausberg wrote: ↑Fri Sep 14, 2018 6:35 pmI'm getting cherry picked info about them as if I must turn on them after just knowing them or I've become friends with them.

This is why I always give people the benefit of the doubt. Slander is a thing. Sure be wary but give people a chance rather than believe what somebody else says. If they prove the rumours true, then too bad, but at least you tried and were a better person than the gossips.

My second last poem here.

Table for...one

Where must I be?

Should I sit there with her?
All dressed up for a social event
She her has a cat who likes to purr
Takes pictures to social, it’s sent.

What about him?
All quiet and alone
Reading a book from home
Must be his day off from prelim.

She looks busy
Calculating and predicting
Although she also seems weary
She could really use some comforting.

These three at a table
Possibly smelt a bit like maple
Hexagonal tiles, made with triangles
Moving to a table away
Sitting down, continuing the day.

Alone, pretty happy.
Table for one.

These are still excellent, Noah.
Thank you so much for continuing to share these. I really appreciate getting to read them.

My possibly final poem here. I'll be going into hiding for awhile to focus my energy on the outside world. I've spent too much on here (internet).

Watered Down Truth

Fuck up
Get down
Look left,
Right, as “always”

Ugh.

Log in
See more people out
Slipping into a pit
Type, type (and more typing)

Why?

Iron scissors, scratched and rusted
Unable to cut away the lies
Paper now shredded by lying hands
Earth dry and dying
Rain gone for long
Fruitless seeds unbearing

Gone.

Rivers and dams, evaporating
Concrete bridges breaking

Lies and truths
Mixture that has become deathly

People and truth
Nature's deathly combination

This was really good... I'll be sad if it's your last poem, but I understand. Real life is important.
Wishing you the best of luck with all of your endeavors.

I based this on the saying "Penny for your thoughts?" and how (if I am correct) that the penny in the US has a head of a president on it.

Penny Head

I’m constant stuck in thought
what has god wrought?
Paintings of life, bought
Thieves have somewhere been caught.

People are a huge mess
It’s like a game of chess
Relaxed, having finesse
I thankfully I wish for less

Less, people
Less, friends
Less, complaints
Less...drama

More and more important
My thoughts are deported
Imported for others thought
what has god wrought?

“You can’t expect a person not have problems. That’s a robot.”

Happy Pill

Happy little face
Taking it at a slow pace
It’s apparently supposed to end the craze
Or a minor little phase

Anger and rage
Everybody let’s scream:
“Turn the fucking page!”
You’re not even allowed to blow off your steam

Depression and tears
It’s not fun to be bullied by peers
I’ve had to cut fibers with shears
This has being going on for years

Fears and doubt
Faking people’s achievements with cheers
Who can I ever trust?
Everything had to always be discussed

Swallow
Drink
Don’t even continue to think
Let your emotions go to the sink

...They’ll always stink

Cheerful face

Birds busy chirping
Jumping out of bed with a spring
Someone I met, loving to cling
Sometimes acting like gold bling.

Rushing and streaming
Face of hers always gleaming.
How was she always beaming
or is my mind busy day-dreaming?

She had this cheerful face
Approaching at a slow pace
Knowing her actual place
She loved life’s race

Hugging and caring,
she was always daring
but always, she loved sharing
Pink and yellow; that’s the colors she always loved wearing.

Runaway

Quickly we disperse
Singled out from his abuse
Godly power he has misused
Some place in the universe

Clothes packed
Money piles stacked
All hidden under the floor
Cocaine drove him nuts for more

Stealing his stash
I need to figure out for a place to crash
Grabbing alcohol
Splashing it all over the wooden floor

Match struck
Light the floor
Like I ever gave a fuck
Fire and death, spewing out of the door

Running and fleeing
Escaping from this monstrous being
Burnt down house, now a runaway
Becoming my own castaway.

Original

Trends making sheep
Deep troubling roots
Videos being made
Views and constant replays

Celebrities dress well
Ripped jeans, old as hell
Copy, copy, copy
Creating a mess that is sloppy

Intentions from the market
Stock was now going to skyrocket
Loading the gun, aiming the kids
Doing anything to gain a few hits

Your media is a corruption
Going out of proportion
It’s hard becoming original
Being fake has now become optional

My last and final poem here. From now on I'm going to keep my poems to myself.

Small Talk

Chit
Chat
Annoying crap
Small annoying divisive trap

Pride and question
It’s this constant repetition
This to me is very unbearing
It seems very nonliving

Sharing your poems is useful though. I've actually been watching your progression and you're really beginning to come out of your shell some. Not everyone is always going to understand/comment or whatever but they do get read. I've found poetry to be a personal journey. I mean, I share my poetry on devart, if I get a comment it's a miracle. :3 It's a good release though. Maybe a poem resonates and maybe it doesn't.

The words, the idea, the world you create in that brief moment exists along with whatever you're talking about. I'd say keep posting. :3

Thank you Noah! Those are great

Thank you for sharing these, Noah.
They have all been great.

Still keeping them to myself. I'm a very personal person. Most of my poems are very personal and I don't even want to share cause of piercing, judgmental eyes. It's this constant thing of explaining myself with words when I prefer to use my numbed voice cause of the metal shut ears of refusal to hear and look at things from my perspective. Even though no one speaks I can hear the judgement as if close by breathing down my neck.

Alias

Fake given names
God, one of many pains
Why not give your own name?
What is your aim?

Paper and pen
Worth to me one Japanese yen
Paper and flame
Now who is to blame?

Shielded by your lie
Never would I wish anyone to die
Little boy wonder trying not to cry
For god sakes I’m not the bad guy!

Blurring a truth with lies
You’re only screwing up my eyes
“Identification please.”
Given alias won’t be a breeze

The run to fame is expected
Fake name
Real one now dead
Other people copy, doing the same.

Thank You

To this I give to you
‘efore I bid everyone adieu
Fixed mentally, tell I was near new
Told me past times when he was young too

Shy, nervous and idiotic
Somehow...he would be quite patriotic
Claimed that he was crazy and psychotic
Him being...friendly exotic

To the things he dealt
I understood how he felt
Once or twice ‘thing’ was misspelt
I’m gonna go before my eyes melt

Thanks man. For once I feel understood.

Thank you, Noah.
I have enjoyed getting to see all of these. Thank you for sharing such a personal part of yourself.

Tiredness

More and more
I lose a part of myself
the more I continue
The more my emotions are shredded

Opinions, disregarded
Red paint, bleeding to a mark behind my back
Moving more and more away
And if I reach to that final day?

Daydreamer has now stopped dreaming
Hitting back into reality
Nothing is getting better
Just becoming a constant tiredness

Cries before sleeps
sweat, drenched naked body
Dryness covering the face
Sore, red stained eyes

Blue post-its on the old wood
dusty and ink fading.
Closed eyes are better eyes
no more seeing. Hearing now deafening.

No. I'm not okay.

Contemplation

Hiding from reality
Immersing myself technologically
Covering everything about me
Unable to be who I want to be

People don’t really care what matters
Gossips and a few slanders
Who actually cares?
Nobody wants to pay the fare.

I’ve tried to be myself
Filling half of my life’s bookshelf
“I’m fine…
I’m fine…”

Men and women go about their lives
Not really caring who else dies
Unless, it’s loved ones
We then let out fake tearful cries

Let my skin come loose
It looks pretty that noose
Finally, water has a use
End my lifeline excuse

I've asked the admins to delete my account and they are going to do it this weekend. Sorry guys. I wish...nevermind.

home?

Time to go
This constant moving to and fro
Tired and exhausted
Worn old letters unposted

breathing hard and loud
I’m not always proud
away from the the social crowd
Floating on my dark blue cloud

Why doesn’t this feel like home?
regardless, it was cold and alone
Little love
Dead dove

Poems: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/ ... sp=sharing
(Will make more here from now on)

Bye furs! Nice knowing many you as I can and I hope our paths cross someday.