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 May 2020 A
Blake
If I just go, would you follow me?
If I go for a ride, would you join?
I want to believe you won’t leave me.
I think that you still care, but I think all a lie.
I want you to stay with me.
I want you to care if I was done.
I miss the old days, but you changed.
You don’t care about me as you used too.
I’m just awaiting piece ready for the next move.
Please just come back to me.
I still care.
 May 2020 A
'Melia
5.2.20
 May 2020 A
'Melia
It didn’t feel good
But it felt
And for that
I can ask nothing else
_

No me sentí bien
Pero me sentí
Y por eso
no puedo pedir nada más
 May 2020 A
The Wonderess
Poetry
 May 2020 A
The Wonderess
She has been my greatest lover
My truest companion
My safe haven
My everything
Without her
I am no one,
Nothing
 May 2020 A
John Destalo
I am.  trying to decipher.  the source of everything.  around me.  but.

all I could think.  is.  I could not think.  all these pieces.  nothing fit.  every shape.  was misshapen.  or warped.  how could I come.  to know.  anything.  

so I hibernate.  my brain.  let it rest.  no input.  no output.  let everything.  settle.  into place.  

I hope.  this works.
 May 2020 A
Kelisabet
Without You
 May 2020 A
Kelisabet
If things could get worse,
They did, Falling onto my knees,
A small yet long liquid pored down my pale cheeks,
It's been months, though it feels like yesterday,
The day you left me, left a broken soul,
Without you, I was a mess, but...
I guess, I dissever you, because...
I
Was
Nothing
Without
You
sorry for not posting for awhile-
 May 2020 A
John Destalo
certain
 May 2020 A
John Destalo
certainty is a necessary evil.

it helps us act.
but it is not real.

or true.

because you.
are certain.

it is true.
because.

it is true.

always be careful.
around those who.

are certain.
 May 2020 A
Sarah L
You call me bitter.

Yes, I am bitter.

Why wouldn’t I be?

The taste of your

failure on my tongue

burns from how you

taught us that our

creativity tastes of cough

syrup and fear and

that failure tastes of

our very own blood.


You call me restless.

Yes, I am restless.

How couldn’t I be?

I dance to the

exhaustive rhythm of discovering

that I identify with

test scores and not

by the rhythm that

stirred me from my

forceful and deafening education.
I watched an interesting TED talk about America's education system.
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