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 Oct 2020 Alice
Ashly Kocher
Lost
 Oct 2020 Alice
Ashly Kocher
I feel
Lost
Drowning
In my own
Tears
That I’ve yet
To cry
As they fill
Up inside
Of me
Getting ready to
Burst like a
Teapot steaming
On the stovetop
 Sep 2020 Alice
gabby
golden age
 Sep 2020 Alice
gabby
it is autumn.
you are golden;
you were golden
in summer
too.
 Sep 2020 Alice
Matt
Unconditional?
 Sep 2020 Alice
Matt
You want to help,
Until you have to do something.
You understand,
Until I need your understanding.
You’ll listen,
Until you hear something you don’t like.
You have patience,
Until you lose your temper.
You care,
Until it becomes hard work.
You love me,
Until you don’t love me anymore.
You’re here form me,
Until you eventually leave.
 Sep 2020 Alice
Matt
The Old Coat
 Sep 2020 Alice
Matt
Sadness,
A gift somebody once gave me,
Like a heavy winter coat,
Far too big for a child,
But I grew into it.

It still hangs in my attic,
Sometimes I forget,
Sometimes I remember,
But whenever I try it on,
It still fits.
 Sep 2020 Alice
Ujjal Mandal
Ujjal Mandal, India

Only a poet can
Draw the picture
Of love
On the wall
Of heart.
 Sep 2020 Alice
Faizel Farzee
I remember how you use to hide your tears inside the downpour.
Always prayed to be the one to  lift and be your Savior
Your teary smile my downfall yet in my eyes you grandeur
Poetry in motion by elegance you revered.

This is sincere, a window to my soul inside its depth you have peered.
A piercing light from your eyes luminous it appeared
Breaking through the dark in me and now the sky's seems so clear.

There's no fear
From this day forward I will be your smiles protector
Behead the evil of this world , headless, it's decapitator.

In this life we narrators
Idling as life unfolds, never in control. Jesus take the wheel.
merely passengers.

Fake freedom sold to us
Like caged birds our path to true freedom locked. The holder of the key under the impression it's what we need or want.

All I want is to build a life unencumbered
Put in the effort reap the rewards
Without all the judgement
Our beliefs may differ, tolerance.
This is the time we tap into the truth
Some may not like to hear it
The truth hurts, so does being chastised because of colour of skin
The conscious is tired and want to ascend
We ready to evolve, can we now cut away the dead skin, holding on to the glory years, even though they will lose in the end.
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