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jǫrð Mar 2021
At 1:01, break

Passed a bit ago, late day

Per the usual
The History: Typical day, always running and everyone else is calm, I'm glad for them.
ShininGale Oct 2020
Sometimes you '𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒' not because you care.
You bare not for us but, you bare because you're 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑.
𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 of what others might say about you.
I might not be the most comprehensive person, but I know what I wanted to say.
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Isla Winters Jun 2019
You said you were tired
And I was too
But I didn't want to let go
Because it meant I'd lose you.

Yes we were mature,
Enough to be friends,
But did we want that?
It still felt like the end.

Here we are sitting,
On the bench, in our park,
Talking about anything,
Even when it was dark.

The lamps turned on,
Flashing lights of cars,
We went our separate ways,
Knowing love could never be ours.
helia Dec 2018
Head pounding
Like rainclouds
Filled to burst
With dark thoughts

Chest aching
Like her arms
Weeping red
And throbbing

Tears running
Like her dreams
Ever farther
From her grasp

Heart breaking
So much like
The promises
To herself
It rains. It pours.
It breaks. Once more.

January 1, 2018.
V liv Dec 2018
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It always comes back
The void
Regret without regret
The pain
An unhealing wound
The peace of it all strikes me
I feel warmth again
And then I remember that you're still gone
and I'm still
alone
Abbigale Dec 2018
My head is a pub

My thoughts, the chain-smokers
Clouding my mind and vision
With fumes of false perception

My emotions, the drunkards
They stagger from one wall to another
Wreak the most havoc

Together, they rage a war with my sanity
Destroying my pub's peace

And there is the blaring music,
sounding from an overhead television
A voice convincing me,
I am rotten to the core
As I sink to the floor
And tears well up my eyes
And my soul melts

I had a meltdown again, Mum...
Late night sad boy hours
**I never actually post here much tbh
Tanay Jul 2018
I wish I would have been a nomad,
I would have travelled to the places no one had.
I wish I was a voracious reader,
Books would have helped me to forget her.
If life would not have been such a mystery,
It would have been easy to forget my history.
I wish I was another wanderlust
In a world which seems to forget so fast.
I never wanted to be like me.
I wish I was not me!








Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.
Another simple poem from this small and simple person. I hope you enjoy reading it. Cheers!
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