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 Dec 2024 Khoisan
Sabrina Shapiro
Smoke rises like clouds
Ripe leaves, dark as the night sky
Ashes fall like rain
Years later I still struggle with the loss of the friend who introduced me to the world of cigar smoking
 Dec 2024 Khoisan
Viktoriia
history
 Dec 2024 Khoisan
Viktoriia
things go missing,
lost somewhere between
then and now.
and the rest is history,
and all that you can do is try
to outrun the rising tide.
oh, to be carried away,
to be buried in your own garden.
if you cling to the things
you can't change,
that's the first mistake.
but the rest is already swallowed,
swept by the rising tide.
things go missing,
lost somewhere between
you and i,
reshaping history,
rewriting time
all the time.
 Dec 2024 Khoisan
avy
Guilt
 Dec 2024 Khoisan
avy
I've seen the mistakes I make,
I hate myself for them

Every time, I tell myself "it's okay"
"I can improve"

But every time, I get this urge to disappear
to die

I feel something around my neck
as if it wants me to stop breathing

Maybe I won't be opposed to it
so I can save everyone from my mistakes
 Dec 2024 Khoisan
Kaiden Lewis
I wasted time, love and energy
On a boy.
Now the boy is gone
But the feelings persist.
Like the calm waves of the ocean,
The gentle moonlight from above.
Like the waterfalls on a clear day,
Like the birds that sing their song in May.
Like the fog in the forest,
Like the rainbow after rain.
Like the snow near a lake,
The hills that nature made.
Like the feeling of nostalgia,
Like the smell of the summer.
Like the dream that brings you rest,
That's the beauty you possess.
I carved holes into my skin to my bones,
just so a glimpse of light gets into my soul.
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 Dec 2024 Khoisan
Ian
it's the small victories
that can mean
the most
Latin is a beautiful language,
But it confuses me.
Ignis significat aquam.
I think I have to learn Latin.
 Dec 2024 Khoisan
Zoe taylor
A sagging Gladius wallows inside me, limply,
It's rotting in its own wretched flaccidity,

I see others around me nurturing bounds of fruitful irises,
Some even mother sycamore, burgeoning with vigour, effortless as chaste kisses,

Tender fertilizer blots my chin in a bloodied marling,
I ingest the stolen soil, even when I feel the white sting of my innards' snarling,

So I'll inject myself with litres upon litres of putrid compost,
Only for my gladius to continuing shrivelling within my innermost,

It's stem-deep in nutrients, and is none the less decayed,
Atop the valley, even in the passing June, it stays, wilted withered and frayed,

Now, all I'm left with is the curdle of wetland moss festering in my blood,
Weighted with this fetidity, I let my gladius go, dead, in peace and clotted mud.
Feel free to interpret as you please, however my poem is originally written is about your potential/inspiration dying and no matter what you try to do to keep it alive (Basically its about Burnout). Even when you attempt to steal ("I ingest the stolen soil") and use other elements of another's work, you still feel uninspired and are not driven to be creative at all even when people around you seem to have the ability to do it so easily.
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