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Chronicles of the Unhappy

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This is not a poem about sadness, but about the curse of chasing happiness.

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The unhappy are forever to remain alone,

for that is the decreed nature of their fate

Happiness is an elusive dream they pursue,

and when they fail, it is themselves that they hate

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Each time they are happy, it’s an illusion,

which fades as quickly as it had appeared

Each time they are happy, there’s a rush,

that changes into agony, soon to be feared

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Fear them not, theirs is not a black curse,

for they are unhappy but may dispense joy

With hearts so bitter and eyes so radiant,

they are like the legendary horse of Troy

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But beware, never show them any kindness,

for they assume hope where there is none

Beware, your affection is like acidic venom,

for they assume love where there is none

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For their eternally stupid pursuit of happiness,

the unhappy are pitiable and are to be mocked

And for their constant vigil for non-existent hope,

their doors remain silent and are never knocked

The Eternal Hitchhiker

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A cosmic fable of kindness, exhaustion, and the price of wandering.

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People call him the eternal hitchhiker;

he hitchhikes rides on the shooting stars

Hoping to reach some peaceful planet,

away from the chaos and the raging wars

But each time he hitches a ride,

he pays a certain heavy price

He pays it with a piece of his heart,

each time, sadly, an odd roll of the dice

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People call him the eternal hitchhiker;

he hitchhikes rides on the shooting stars

Hoping to find light, joy, and happiness,

within the darkness that kills and scars

But each time he hitches a ride,

he realizes what has always been clear

He can give happiness - anytime to anyone,

but to be unhappy forever is his only fear

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People call him the eternal hitchhiker;

he hitchhikes rides on the shooting stars

Hoping to finally rest and laugh aloud,

amongst the butterflies and a million flowers

But each time he hitches a ride,

his dreams are burnt and turn into cinders

It’s time to stop hitching rides forever;

it’s time to finally sleep in the eternal winters

We are all dreaming the Same Fucking Dream

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Different lives, but the same hunger, the same corruption, and the same ending.

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We are all dreaming the same fucking dream,

endless desires, with lust as the main theme

Born in the lap of fate, we aim to rise so high,

we laugh at each gain; on each misery we cry

Greed rules our hearts, neither love nor faith,

into the darkness we dwell, like a sniveling wreath

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We are all dreaming the same fucking dream,

pursuits are the same, different they may seem

Our journeys start with ambition, blood, and sweat,

our baggage is so heavy, all remorse and just regret

Our birth is by chance, but our death is so sure,

we praise the lofty God with hearts so impure

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We are all dreaming the same fucking dream,

gold, women, and land, we all hail, we all scream

Betrayals are abundant, and loyalty is so very rare,

blindly following the devil without any apparent care

It’s the sin that we seek and the virtue that we reject,

in the end, it’s just guilt; it’s all that we collect

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We are all dreaming the same fucking dream,

the purpose of life we forget, this we cannot redeem

That we have to hold hands, we have to serve others,

yet we kick the dog, ignoring that we are brothers

That we are all the same spirit, we are all part of God,

the system is all perfect, but the users are all flawed

Slaughter of the Brokenhearted

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This isn’t just dark poetry. It’s a massacre in verse — and the victims are the unhappy who loved too much.

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Go and kill them, kill them slowly or kill them fast;

kill them with your abject disinterest and disregard

Kill them for they forgive you their very own murder;

kill them for their hearts are now too badly scarred

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Go and kill them while they are still awake or asleep;

kill them with your bitter tears or your divine smile

Kill them for they risked thinking of the impossible;

kill them for they for once dared to dream awhile

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Go and kill them without any guilt or even a little doubt;

kill them with your characteristic bland indifference

Kill them, for they already hate themselves too much;

kill them for they have no great desire, no preference

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Go and kill them with your burning, blood thirsty, lust;

kill them with a dark vengeance seething in your heart

Kill them for they themselves beg for this final end;

kill them for self-hatred, too, is sort of an unusual art

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Go and kill them with either your swords or words;

kill them with no grey regret and no guilt whatsoever

Kill them for their cold hearts are no more throbbing;

kill them for they are broken, and are surely dead forever

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Go and kill them, though killing them is no fun at all;

kill them, for they won’t be able to either resist or react

Kill them for they dared to love too much like fools;

kill them for loving only one, was their very final act

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Go, deliver the blow and kill them before it’s too late;

kill them without even a sliver of sympathy and kindness

Kill them, for they want to now sleep and rest forever;

kill them for they are tired of all this hollow sadness

Love & Betrayal are Two Friends and Lovers

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This poem dives into the battlefield where trust stands guard and desire becomes the traitor.

Love and betrayal are two friends and two lovers,

they are inseparable friends and diehard lovers

They walk hand in hand, on the path of life,

their shadows becoming one with the passage of time

Fate plays merrily, its shiny golden fife,

while deep lines are etched on faces, still in their prime

Love and betrayal are two friends and two lovers,

strangers to each other, but intimate under covers

They act like true enemies, sworn and so old,

with curved scimitars drawn, ready to draw blood

Love banishes betrayal to hell; it’s a move so bold,

while betrayal hides itself, yellow scorpion in the mud

Love and betrayal are two friends and two lovers,

trust is a formidable wall as betrayal discovers

Betrayal tries to sneak in while looking for a door,

but faith guards all doors; it stands a steady vigil

With each of betrayal’s tries, love becomes a strong boar,

while the trust becomes absolute, being bound by a sigil

Love and betrayal are two friends and two lovers,

distance pulls them closer with no gaps and no buffers

When betrayal seeks an audience, love shuns it away,

though betrayal is insistent, love just stands its ground

But then the light hides in the shadows of a sky so grey,

while hope breathes its last, loudly barks the hellhound

Love and betrayal are two friends and two lovers,

fate has one last plan, which she quickly uncovers

Desire whispers to love, her voice so poisonously sweet,

it makes promises of pleasure, the prospect of deniability

Love finally surrenders to desire and agrees to cheat,

it chooses to embrace betrayal, forgetting all nobility

Love and betrayal are two friends and two lovers,

desire always hides guilt, as in the end, love discovers

But when love pushes betrayal away, it doesn’t let go,

‘Why?’ love asks, while engaged in a deadly struggle

‘Listen!’ betrayal whispers, ‘if you must know’,

‘we are two balls that fate must always juggle’