View in Instagram Exhausted Life is an endless cycle Of this and that… We all ponder at times… Why, how and what… It’s tiresome, it’s tedious All night and all day I’m alone, I’m hideous My mind wont let me pray It’s a box… its a pill… A void, numb and still.. – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Take a Walk I was by the corner lamenting like a child The lights were out My screams were loud Yet there was silence There was nothing There was no one Love, hate, anger Joy, grief, pain filled my being yet inside, empty till i decided to leave myself sulking, crying to
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View in Instagram in The Feeds We are gods of the modern days Speaking the truth Solicited in social media Waving the righteous hand At the edge of our pedestal We show the world our box A colorful enigma of dreams and possession of a sculpted perfect life But in the shadows We bleed, we
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View in Instagram Transformation Change is timeless And we are not The future has no horizon It’s an endless tunnel The past is a photograph Of good and bad events The present doesnt exist It’s just a spoilage Of both future and past What life really is is a tedious journey to our death and
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View in Instagram Sinister a glance, a stare..from the demon’s eyeswith madness cloakedPiercing through the ice A glimpse, a glarefrom a devil’s mindA heartless embracewith wounds to remind.. – Poetic Dustbin Revenge … We sometimes think about getting even with the people who wronged us because our pride can’t tolerate the self shame we endured
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View in Instagram Broken Mirror We label others by their ugly past and see them as monsters… no less But sometimes we forget that we ourselves created these abominations in our head, in our heart only to find out in the end that we are walking on broken pieces of shattered mirrors… – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram Grim I lie awake in your sleep Your soul to take and keep I am your cold nightmare You’ll never be aware I am the thief in the night That instills hellish fright In your subconscious I stalk You may scream but not talk Then when you close your eyes I shall
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Chapter 1 : How Did I Know? This is my blog post on how I walk by depression on a daily basis. It’s not easy. People judge me. People label me. They stamp me with the “Playing a Victim” role right in my face. They would always think they know better on how to deal
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