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 Jan 2020 Marya123
nuggz
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
 Jan 2020 Marya123
Pyrrha
Losing me
 Jan 2020 Marya123
Pyrrha
I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know
 Jan 2020 Marya123
nevaeh
the world is turning
moving and shifting.
every millennia.
but we only get one chance
one life.
and in every life
we find love
and in every second
i find myself
looking for you.
christ im pathetic
 Jan 2020 Marya123
yv
Runner
 Jan 2020 Marya123
yv
Maybe,
        
           I could be an athlete
           I'd win the marathon with
           Running away
                     - from all of my problems.
(:(
 Jan 2020 Marya123
Raven
The girl in my poems,
she lives in the darkness
and never steps into the light.
I have never seen her
but I feel her when I step into the dark.
I can feel her tears when I touch her,
I can hear her quietly speaking
while she's lying in my arms.
And while she'll never come into the light
I can try to draw her with my words
'cause that's the only way
she can be seen.
I just hope that you'll see
the beautiful girl
I met in the shadows
if you look at my words.
 Jan 2020 Marya123
fallacies
if loving you is a sin, then send me straight to hell
 Jan 2020 Marya123
Bill M
There are days when I don't know where I am.
When I charge ahead, heedless of others and their needs.

There are days when I don't know where I am.
When I wander thru the fog, seeking comfort or direction.

There are days when I don't know where I am.
Nor do I really care to know; I just want to heal the hurt I see.

There are days when I don't know where I am.
I laugh and I cry, never sure of my place or my role in life.

There are days.
Also published at: https://mainemoosepatrol.wordpress.com/2020/01/02/there-are-days/
 Jan 2020 Marya123
Mark Parker
River water kept flowing
Time kept ticking away
Seconds never seen again
Faded from the candle’s flame.
Happy 2020
 Dec 2019 Marya123
Jenna
Her hand is where roses go to die,
Her heart is cold and made of stone,
Her gaze is where they cannot lie,
Her smile keeps her from being alone.
I have been having a lot of trouble writing lately. I have found inspiration and will write more.
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