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Sarah Boon Apr 2017
We live in a superficial world
of shattered identities
and
a loss of reality

my senses are
Numb

We do not know what it is to feel :
anything

sadness
has died
in cipralex

anxiety
has drowned
in clonazepam

my cheap, glass arm
was about to break
in the basement of a house
that i tried so hard to call home

I am
utter
sheer
nonsense

we will live together,
and I,
I will die alone
Knights Mar 2017
I'll deceive you with a smile,
I'll make you stay a while.
With a superficial charm,
That can bring mighty harm.
You've only reached the surface,
My remains remain a maze.
Am I too dark for you?

A simple face, hypnotic gaze.

With twinkles in my eyes,
I wear "Innocence" as a disguise,
Secretly bitter, better yet sweet,
master manipulator to my simple conceit.
Oby Jan 2017
A shallow friendship is like a can of soda.
You drink it, thinking it will quench your loneliness.
But it actually makes you more lonely in the end.
Copyright © 2017 Oby. All rights reserved.
Deep Thought Jan 2017
Define success.* What does it mean to you?
If you listen to the different responses you'll notice, everyone has a diverse perspective.

I see a world being devoured by society’s way of judging who possesses more or less money. How superficial is it to let the kind of car you drive or the clothes you wear define you.

Why are we overly concerned with what success looks like? What if you think you're already successful? Yes, you are successful right where you're standing. Would you believe me? Not many would. Most people are caught up in the pursuit of money to buy more stuff.

Since children we were brainwashed to believe this or that amounts to being "successful." What if the version of success for you is getting out of bed. Or climbing a steep mountain when you're afraid of heights. Do you see the full picture now?

Most conversations lead to “where do you work at?” as if it actually defines me. Granted, if I said I own Amazon, that individual would look at me quite distinctively. Whereas now, they have an opportunity to see what they can get from me. Versus someone that mentions they work at the local coffee shop.

**This is for my generation, for the sake of perception becoming tainted.
Keep your eyes and ears open, this world isn't what is used to be.
If you don't understand, try. If you don't care, then that's your problem.
Cara May Dec 2016
I glimpse at you
And you spread glitter on my heart
I can't help but to write you
Because you're a masterpiece
Of skin.
The shade of purple
You projected  
Is beautiful as poetry.
Superficial attraction
Damian Murphy Sep 2016
Others you should not judge, criticise
'Til you have seen the world through their eyes;
Know where the person is coming from,
Know the challenges they overcome.
For on you it does reflect badly,
It says much more about you sadly.
Makes you seem shallow, superficial,
So narrow minded and judgemental.
Harsh Jul 2016
You said confidently
"I know you'd like me even if I were fat",
ogling at my tiny waist,
long legs
and firm ***.
This poem is the sole property of me and cannot be copied or used without permission. [Copyright G.H. Rodrigo 21/07/2016]
The classic metal artist.
The man of sharpened tongue.
With each lick a picture,
He paints upon your canvas.

The rarely appreciated work of a little understood poet.
Painting poetry.
Though many would seek to emulate what one stroke of his brush may convey,
Only few possess the means to reproduce the sheer purity of emotion in every sweep, line and dot.
Many forgeries gain more applause,
Yet the painter allows them spotlight.
The man who paints in the shadows is rarely seen hanging in public halls.
Seeking not fame, fortune or acknowledgement.
He paints only for purpose.
Love the painter,  love the poet.
Though the man himself is flawed.
He will not cry for anyone, nor pray nor care nor wonder.
He does not put his brush away, after all.


Blood does paint the prettiest pictures.
Pax Feb 2016
will  i end up alone
and lonely?
seems like
i can't love
anybody...

in this world
i stay cage
of society's standard,
wanting the things
that seems so superficial...

now i realize
my likes are also
superficial.
they never really
dug deep.

love is superficial
at least to me it is...

in the end
it seems i can't love
myself...

in this world #2


thank you for reading
me...
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