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 May 2022 Phillips
Satvik gupta
Some relationships are tied just to be cut ,
the moment you start putting efforts into it.
 May 2022 Phillips
Evie G
Stuffing
 May 2022 Phillips
Evie G
I am broken, I am worn
Broken from another’s scorn.

Rebuilt with random other parts,
Held together with one heart.

I run on lost time
Air tastes divine
Treating the world
like it’s some ****** up shrine,
Leaving my stuffing all over the floor
Once strangers soon strangers cause they’re wanting more.

Reminding you how it could always be worse
How all bad things will run their course

But a marathon leaves you panting heaving
broken,
breathless.
Stuffed eyes, sewed shut mouth.

I am broken, I will be reborn
Mending from a mother’s scorn
Rebuilt with once strangers other parts
Held together by their hearts.
Feedback, thoughts ect are always appreciated. I would love a cheeky debate
 May 2022 Phillips
Khoisan
Chauvin
 May 2022 Phillips
Khoisan
Who's persistence is rife
can I see and feel what begs
and in the order of love
you still offered me a knife.
 May 2022 Phillips
Benzene
We all evolve,
even the plants, flowers.
Think about the flower when it blossoms from a bud.
Such a pretty sight,
BUT
Ask the flower how much pain it's going through.
It's tearing itself open, getting ripped apart.
It's the same with certain events in life.
AND
It's all right.
I feel like we are a generation of beautiful words, broken hearts and piles of hopes...It's kinda strange. I don't even have anything relatable but still I relate to every single poetry here......
 May 2022 Phillips
Bvaishnavi
So far I have learnt till now...
Time to learn to be ruthless and selfish,
This world doesn't deserve your kindness anymore...
 May 2022 Phillips
Nisha
Becoming
 May 2022 Phillips
Nisha
Rising from the depths
Reclaiming the light once lost
Understanding my past mistakes
Unveiling my darkest thoughts
Leaving past grudges behind
Leaping towards opportunities
Believing in my destiny
Blooming into a new future
▪-▪
Let your past be a BLUR and bloom into the future
 Apr 2022 Phillips
RVani Kalyani
She smells like earth,
Just when it is about to rain.
Her face always relaxed,
A reason for somones smile.
She's the brown fairy,
Pretty flowers and fruits belong her.
She's the Timberbell!
When you see her you can tell!!!
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