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The Czar is me..
We can be at peace
No wars
Fed families
Housing
Good transportation
Vote for CZAR ZACK
President of Russia
Im sole heir
Its been mine
**** me now
Try an **** me later
I got more votes
More nations
The people believe in me
I have sacrificed
My life
Central american
Born a king
I have faith
In me an you
Vote Z
We will win
Save many lives
By blood a nation is owed
My bloods pure
Protect me they all died
Putin thinks he won
But im a slave like you
By birth
These rights stay true
Give my cities all my lands
Russia is ours
The lord has risen an won
Lets rewrite so much more
Czar
Vote
Keara Marie Mar 5
I’m beginning to know myself.
I don’t exist.
I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others have made of me.
TS Feb 23
He's gone.

And that kinda *****.

He wasn't who I thought he was. He was more capable of anger and ruthlessness than I imagined. Saying things that tear out the most vulnerable parts and stab them to bits.

He was more childish than I thought he'd be for his age. He spends recklessly, doesn't have handsoap in his bathroom, and watches TV from a desk chair.

He was flaky and shady. Giving little information and being dodgy about his phone and whereabouts. He consistently cancelled plans and left me in the lurch.

He was never going to think about someone else for a change or be truly and deeply mindful of his significant other.

He had a sharp tongue and a hard head. If I didn't select every word carefully, he would snap and say horrible things.

He didn't let her go. As much as he would deny it, Priya still has a hold on him. He can't let her go. He would say terrible things about her and then also say I was like her.  He would delete her messages and lie about her texting him. He carried through the trauma and treated me like her. He wanted a relationship to just pick up where that one left off and not put the effort into 'dating'. I was a continuation of his previous relationship - all the history but only the good person.

He was boastful and also self-deprecating.

He drank too much and smoked too much.

He didn't follow through on things he said he would do.

He love bombed me and then pulled away to where I felt empty.

He's gone.

And that kinda *****.

And I'm sad that I still miss him.



-t.s.
My Dear Poet Feb 5
I dug a trench
to keep you close
growing the hedges
with rope and hose
I filled a moat
to keep you in
a buoy, no boat
if you tried to swim
I planted flowers
bushes, no tree
lest you could climb
and found you free
I paved a road
there you cut a path
far from the garden
away from my arms
now I’m building a bridge
across a sad sea
if you ever decide
to come back to me.
Mark Wanless Dec 2023
i am absent just
not empty not gone
when empty not gone
She's gone
another two years
with the memory
when I wrote this poem.
She's gone
and I still haven't found
a replacement,
even though I have written
many poems in her memory.
She's gone,
and that was the truth.
But poetry still has to be written,
and memories still have to be kept.
Now there's only one
story left.
Indonesia, 22nd December 2023
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
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