Today, at the cemetery, all the death people smiled at me from their pictures. So I smiled back. The living ones seemed to not notice our little exchange of smiles. So, strangely, I realized with a burst of laughter, -nervous laughter- that, although we’re living beings, somehow we died inside. There are ages! since anyone smiled at me so beautifully so openly, honest and genuine as they do here in the underworld. And it’s so easy to get lost in their peaceful paths in the world below… I may decide not to come back, ever, and write my poetry from here. They may not like my silly verses but I know they’ll smile from all the pictures in the cemetery.

as the rain falls i cant help but think about how the sadness calls to me. im on the brink.

the tears tug at my eyes and the sorrow brings down my mouth i swat the feelings like flies as things begin to go south.

i haven't done half of my work, and the day is soon gone guilt laughs at me, curt my day is chucked at the lawn

i woke up late today, i took a little too long to break i had too much time to lay my body begins to shake

the paper is filled with many words they blur in my mind i cant yell much about how absurd im not being kind

others handle it easy so i wonder why cant i i guess im just too lazy ill never be that guy

it sucks to just write even though it makes me happy ive chewed more than i can bite my words begin to look slappy

i need to work. faster, more, better, whatever. eyes begin to lurk ill rest never

Be grounded they say,

Follow the routine everyday,

Immersed within their existence,

Oh so proud of the consistency,

But I who lives in the clouds sees the absurdity,

Of all those desperately trying to be,

That being of facade,

Which to the outsider appears odd,

But that is the way of the underworld,

Those who live with their noses in the ground,

Those who don’t listen and merely hear sound,

To their norms they are bound,

But those who live high up in the clouds,

Are somehow looked down upon as strange,

And by public demand we are hidden by shrouds,

But while we may be in the clouds,

Our nose stays out of the dirt,

For there is no need to arouse,

The mind numbing hurt,

I stay far away,   Lest I be sucked in,

It’s easy to get lost in the underworld

Where the facade becomes whirled.

The underworld can be a nasty place It originated from ancient mythology But If you really think about it We all make ourselves our own underworld If you truly think about it Depression and self hate is our underworld So I guess what I’m trying to say is Be the hades of your own underworld Own all of that hate All of that sadness All of that self doubt And rule over that world Like you were designed to.

Skulking in the debris, Crawling through the gates. Holding our fates, In the City of Dis.

Sneaking amongst the lost, Hiding in the shadows. Hearing the Styx flows, Squeezing our coins as cost.

Paying the ferryman, With silver and gold. Passage bought and sold, Accepting Everyman.

At the far shore landed, Journey neverending. Agony unrelenting, Our souls branded.

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‘It is easy to get lost in the underworld’ Contains references to ‘the divine comedy’ and ‘Dante’s Inferno’.

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Love You R

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Down where corpses are covered in blood, rot, and marrow Some with a noose still hung around their neck, the escape goat Maybe some slit their own throat, what's up with the bullet holes? Organs spilling out of open wounds, bodies pile up like a rigor mortis fortress

Lava rises up your throat, full throttle, scorching your insides You walk the path of dried guts and tears, fears echo in the air Your hands are red and bloody again. You did that. You listened Rip off the skin on your lips, wipe your mouth. It isn't a fun journey, is it?

Ash and spit, winged monsters thrash and bite, covered in soot and grit Prodding at you to do it Don't Please don't That's not how you get out of here

It's easy to get lost in the underworld You follow a simple thought down In the gates of Hell, the faucet wells But wow, it sure is hard to find your way out

It’s easy to get lost in the underworld Six seeds And I am here forevermore His crown upon my head In the darkness I am dead I’m queen of all I didn’t want Ghosts’ dying screams now haunt My dreams Persephone! Persephone! They shriek But each time I wake I see his face I see the seeds Of my eternal misery And his pathetic treachery I’m broken I will never leave I came forgetting that there was a cost It’s easy to get lost In the underworld.

I feel guilt Over the silliest things Like I don’t deserve What my world brings

An odd example Is Harry Potter And how I never read the books But still love the wizarding world

Another example Is how much time I spend with friends I know they love me But I still believe our time will soon end

Yet another thing Is the music I listen to Do I love this artist enough, To be considered a fan?

And back to the books Sitting unread on my shelf It feels like I’m wasting Their wonderful pages

I hate my phone I really do It sucks me into a void I never knew Yet I can’t escape, I just cry after its use

So many times I’ve asked, am I good enough?

To still play soccer?

To still be a reader?

To still be a writer?

To still play clarinet?

To still like to draw?

To still be a friend?

And with every question I’m sucked back in To a never ending reality I’ve somehow gotten myself in

This isn’t my best poem but I was really just trying to get down some feelings I’ve been having for a while. I hope this can find someone who relates to this in some way though. Whoever is reading this, make sure to tell yourself that you’re enough. You don’t have to be perfect or devote your entire personality to something your interested in just to be considered interested in it. You’re amazing in everything you do, no matter the extent your doing it in. I really love you, so go tell yourself that you love you too. ❤️❤️❤️

It’s easy to get lost is the underworld The door to it seems lock to you, but it’s actually open What leads to there is something we all have The name that we call as Maya(illusion) Maya holds our hand at every step, Checking our abilities to walk not rest

She holds your hand and distracts u At every step and every due

She is unknown to many,but her eyes know u Well if you fail her test, you’ll be know to many Many in the under World, many near it Many lost ones and many who ruined it

So, now it’s time for you to not fail again If you’ll fall, the underworld will catch you And you’ll never wanna know again

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Nitaigaur premanande Hari hari bol ( I hope u guys are happy:))

Where thoughts lurk in a never ending complexity, is where we find ourselves lost,

Lost in the loop of hypothetical’s and concealed rage,

The Underworld is where emotions are frozen, no escape, covered in a layer of dark frost,

We never really do anything to tame it, to learn how, because it scares us—the thought of people knowing what really goes on in ourselves—so we simply hope and wait for a better day,

But, you see, in the process of hiding ourselves, some don’t realize “hiding” is not “helping,” the more one waits, the more one is lost,

Feelings are heavy but beneficial things, we cannot simply push them away.