About 21stCentreHomer

Avatar of 21stCentreHomer I have been writing for a few years but haven't released my work till recently. I hope you enjoy it and be sure to comment with your honest opinion.
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21stCentreHomer has written 5 articles so far, you can find them below.

Thoughts of the Forgotten

 

Constant self loathing, from subpar clothing

Increases my decrease, and esteem eroding

What you say, never showing, though my life you are holding

In palm with a grasp, that creates constant choking

So I inhale, breathe

Exhale, leave

Your presence destroys, u are fall I am leaves

Minus all the color

At times I do wonder if you notice the protest

Grotesque is your plunder

Everything’s taken and yet so much more, my very soul kidnapped, shut-down of my core

Implosion of morals, creates a decor

of dark drapes, no escape, since erased is the door

So a beast is created, when caged by itself

Destruction of feeling, indifference is felt

for the rest of mankind, if each heart dropped to the line

Yours wouldn’t, it couldn’t, nothing can’t decline

And your good side has lost that battle in your chest

When you feel like the dark side is all you have left

Your forgotten, rage rise on days that you won’t

And you know how it feels to think like those you don’t.

The Calm

 

The sparkling of light reflects off the water drops of the constant down pouring of the rain.
The first sigh of relief, the first chance to breathe, at last the recoiling of the pain.
Which seemed to have no end, the reuniting of friends instead of their constant refrain.
Same car, same lane, same air, new plane, the almighty wonders of change. Full Story

The Journey Begins

 

Thinking how life would be different if I had someone’s help
Who ignored they own agendas, helped me think for myself
Instead of placing me in paintings they envisioned for me
Allowed me to be Van Gogh on this canvas of dreams
Instead they stenciled it all out, made the setting and theme
And all I had to do was fill but that wasn’t for me. Full Story

The Awakening

 

Looking down from this mountain, wondering if I made it
wondering if I should exert my strength or should I save it
Cancel the celebration, ceremony, sedation
Wishing with problems weighing, while precious moments are wasted.
Maintaining maximum focus, tired taking temptations
Tired of trotting in traps, while enemies are elating.
Not today nor no more, destruction of that there door
is imminent due to sentiments and scents I must abhor.
The smell of you signals vomit, your sight induces gore
Your constant combination completely corrupts decor.
So exit my house, these walls no longer need you
Your pessimistic persuasion personifying through people
Destroyed relationships with people I can’t forget
So au revoir, farewell, goodbye o Laziness

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