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 Aug 2020 DKN
GRAVE27
Fine, I'll go get my own shrine
I'll set my own sun
I don't want to cross the line
Nobody's purely kind

I'll go where I have to go
To the place where losers go
Why would I want you for?
When everybody you know says no

Fine, I'll rock my own wave
I'll fill my own sea
There, would I be safe?
Or would I'll be down on my knee

Even Iris pity me
I don't want to be here anymore
Find me a place where I meant to be
Where no one's bored
The stars perhaps?

See me there?
Or don't
'Cause I'm difficult
If you falling for me...
Don't
#27 this month
 Aug 2020 DKN
nivek
dying in the midst of living
in tune with nature
is the song you silently sing, always.
 Aug 2020 DKN
Stacy Mills
I am just a phase
A temporary object in people's lives
I am option
No one's priority
If I'm that easily thrown away
why do I even exist
 Aug 2020 DKN
drey
good luck to you, my friend
their words are more wounding than their
fists will ever be
 Aug 2020 DKN
Jack
Sunrise to Sunset
 Aug 2020 DKN
Jack
As I watch the sunrise
I feel my heart set

The early morning light makes sure I can never forget

The lies
Apologies
Broken promises
Shattered dreams

The love you give to me
Covers what's beneath the seams

I've seen your true colors
I won't fall for it anymore

I've risen past it all
And gone of to my own sunset
 Aug 2020 DKN
thomezzz
As a woman, I have always
felt the pressure to procreate.
And if I succeed,
well, I better be the best mother I can be.
But what if, I’m scared
Of the pressures of social media.
That the moms that populate the page
will always be better than me.
That I may spread
my infected genes.
That maybe, right now, the world is
just a scary place to be.
But what if, I decide
to do things for me?
Does that deserve
to be guilty?
 Aug 2020 DKN
Carlo C Gomez
Navigating mercy

An asylum harbor from afar

Here, in the gloaming of your closed
notebooks

A faint-hearted horizon

And the wide beam sea

Two days out from despair

The written word will capsize
you, Anne

God is in your typewriter
and where the boats so often go
Anne Sexton (November 9, 1928 – October 4, 1974)
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