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 Jun 2021 a name
Arek
Dilan
 Jun 2021 a name
Arek
She was an oil engineer
and specialised in gas
She was bold and had no fear
a brave courageous lass

She worked on an oil rig
in the middle of an ocean
She fixed all things however big
and then got a promotion

She then worked in the city
and with the big heads all day mingle
but despite being very pretty
her love of gas still made her single

and so she found a highland terrier
when he was just a little puppy
and now her life could not be merrier
with every **** they're both so happy
 Jun 2021 a name
Brumous
frantic
 Jun 2021 a name
Brumous
turn it up,
like music within a crowd
dance like those people in the club

cloud the thoughts
with noises

...so loud

-Br.
 Jun 2021 a name
efni
dear writer of the past:
we're alive and sometimes
we don't regret that fact
but i think we will be writing
sad poetry forever

15.06.21
a lot has changed-
but somehow also nothing at all.
 Jun 2021 a name
Kelsey
Love bug
 Jun 2021 a name
Kelsey
When you hold me in your arms
I melt into the comfort of your
Beating heart
I am safe amongst the wild things
Scattering in the night
What else
Could make me feel
Completely vulnerable
And undeniably safe

Than Love?
 Jun 2021 a name
mm
thank you for telling me not to worry,
for singing me to sleep,
and for running your cold fingers through my hair
thank you for holding my hand during a horror movie,
kissing my head for reassurance,
and for dancing to songs that shouldn't be danced to with me
thank you for memorizing my chick-fil-a order,
getting me coffee with too much milk and too little sugar,
and for going on rollercoasters even when you were scared
thank you for coming when no one else did,
for being my comfort during the uncomfortable,
and for loving me when i was unlovable.
 Jun 2021 a name
lucy-goosey
i read poems written by professionals and grow inconceivably jealous.
they are beautiful and morbid in a honey-sweet way so you don't realize quite how bad it actually tastes until you've swallowed it.
they are the dying calls of a cow who has only known captivity, hauntingly high pitched and so human that they almost remind you of yourself.
don't get me wrong, i love them
i love reading them
they seem to understand who i am even though i don't
they seem to know my thoughts before i've thought them
which is why i hate them a bit
it makes sense, unfortunately
i'm a middle schooler (high school soon) with no training to speak of
and yet i am also the cow, i am also the sweet rotting pill of truth so why can't i write like it?
which is why sometimes when i lose motivation i go read one of their poems in the hope that practice will make my poems perfect, that practice will make me perfect.
 Jun 2021 a name
Nicole
Moonlight
 Jun 2021 a name
Nicole
Cold breeze touching my skin,
As I sit upon a marble seat,
The moon is brightly shining,
As the lake reflects the elite.

Contrary of the beautiful sight,
Inside thyself, there wasn't any light,
Fighting invisible demons, eating me alive,
Doubting if I will still survive.

Silently weeping with my eyes and heart,
Looking surely like a devastated art,
Alone, I mumble to myself, and again, I swore,
"If my heart could yell, it couldn't talk anymore."
Inspired by Beethoven's "Moonlight"
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