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Indiana Jul 21
Like a pebble on road
Unnoticed by most
Kicked by few
Appreciated by none...
Indiana May 7
Are you human?
A CAPTCHA
To sort human form software
Just read warped letters
Recognize overlapping characters
Decipher obfuscated text
And that's it!
Is that it?
Does it prove I'm a human?
Despite...
Being unattended at home
Being neglected amongst peers
And suffering  all the cat calling and street harassment
May be?
May be not?
As for me...
Am I a human?
Well, I remember being one
But
I am not sure
anymore...
Each time the website ask me to prove that I am a human, it is astonishing to see how easy it is and how hard is that...
  Apr 29 Indiana
Eunyeong Lena Kim
She is not a marble carved statue
Nor has the color of winter snow,
And the shaming she went through
Was something they shall never know.
Indiana Apr 14
When were you going to tell me?
Was it the day, you moved out to a separate room
Saying you need some space of your own
Or the day, you told me not to stay up waiting
And changed password of your phone

But do you know I knew it all?
Even before the day you stopped looking at me
The way you used to, all starry eyed
I already saw it coming, when I started missing you despite you being by my side

You falling out of love
Was like a dried leaf falling off a tree
I knew it's all over
Seeing you living just fine without me.
  Apr 14 Indiana
Madison
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting an eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious p poem but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're queer" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Indiana Mar 14
It's gonna stay between us
So let's be honest
Do you regret giving up on us?
Or you think it was for the best?

You say, it doesn't matter now
But my side of story is left unseen
Although it can't be same as before
But again, it is not what it could have been

If not best, dear! you and me
Could have been friends
With no scene of break up
A story that never ends

What happened exactly
I can't put a finger on
But I was... I am... I'll be sorry forever
This fact needs to be known

They say, it's broken
Girl! Please move on
Our love has just faded;
Not completely gone

One day I'll set things straight
The ball is in your court, crossing the crease
If you can't take a step forward, don't back off
In no time, I'll built us back piece by piece.
For you INDI
  Jan 17 Indiana
Janelle Tanguin
i.

I intentionally failed to wish you
a happy birthday this year,
though I know significant dates,
hours, moments, people,
by heart.
I still search for you in boys
I mistake for bandages,
the ones with eyes almost
the same shade of your hazels,
lips resounding your laughter,
resembling a wisp of your smile,
But they aren't you.

ii.

Sometimes I pretend you're dead,
because it's less painful
to stop reaching out into voids.

iii.

My mom still blames you
for everything that preceded that year.
Though you probably had no idea what happened
when we stopped talking altogether.
Can you believe it's almost been three years?

iv.

My dad wonders who was my 'one that got away'
Though, I'm pretty sure he knows
it's you.

v.

Remember how I mentioned Sylvia Plath?
How most everything she wrote
brimmed with melancholy?
How I loved every single word?
Especially that piece
where she talked about expectations
and disappointments.
You'll never know that
up to this day I still think
people are selfish enough to
always, eventually turn into the latter.
Even you.

vi.

It's sad I never got the chance
to tell you about Ted.
How she loved him so much,
she just had to dive headfirst
into the flames-- burning herself,
what was left of her--
after she found out
he never really loved her
the same way
she loved him
in the first place.

vii.

truth is,
some of us
never learn to accept
the love we think we deserve.


viii.

I don't know if you still read my poems
or if you still think about me,
about us, sometimes.
Every time you fall asleep past eleven,
a part of me hopes you do.
because I always remember you--
in birthday candles, red ribbons,
off-tune voice records, golden arches,
concrete sidewalks, pedestrian lanes,
the last flickers of city lights
softly fading out of the blue.
I remember you
in everything, in everywhere,
in everyone.
It's useless, no matter how much I try to forget.
No matter how much I just want to forget.
I want to forget.

But, how could I?

When forgetting means forsaking
the very memory of you.
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