View in Instagram It’s a Big Bad World… It’s a Big Bad World out there … We just don’t see it… But we’d rather close our eyes and linger in our dream world… it’s the best cure for anxiety… Believe but don’t be deceived… – Poetic Dustbin
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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 Mad World All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find
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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View in Instagram A Broken Heart Bleeding endlessly Caressed by screams Tendered by pain scarred and raped in a thousand chambers It’s immortal traits would beg to die from continuous scars in a broken jar never filling only spilling a timeless clock in eternal shock – Poetic Dustbin
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View in Instagram I Summon Thee I lit the candle drew the pentagram laid down a life slit her throat and blood drip down painting the circle in ominous red ink then i spoke Latin knelt and screamed I summoned all of you to make them suffer to make them bleed to maim their souls
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View in Instagram I am Rubberos Rubberos, the infiltrator of The Prides of the America (POTA).. He serves as the scout and infiltrator for the team. He gets all the info and data needed to defeat the super villains. He was mutagenically changed when he got exposed to radioactive alien gas while working as a
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