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  Jun 2020 Rupert Pip
Charlotte Ahern
there was no going back
from the spark between us
for a love of such power
never strikes twice
have you ever felt a love of such power?
  Jun 2020 Rupert Pip
Akanksha Unde
I fail all the great writers and all the great speakers when I believe that my voice doesn't matter.
I fail myself when I put it in my mind that I'm incapable of change, change in myself and in the society.
I am a disgrace to myself when I let all the evil and vices consume me with their shallow darkness.
I am a sinner if I let one misdeed around me tip me off the edge.
I will be guilty when I let someone else's hostility towards me disturb my tranquility.

Yet I know I can be saved,
My mind is a weapon that's what I believe
It can be lethal or it can be a treat,
I have to shape it in a figure I please but that which does not get the better of me.
I am the savior and I am the destroyer of my own conscience.
I must have the faith and courage to face myself and that's when I will be ready to face the evil.
  May 2020 Rupert Pip
leah
I’m not scared I won’t fall in love again,
I’m scared that I won’t love him as much
as I loved you.

- Leah
Or maybe it will be a different kind of love? I guess I’ll find out one day.
  May 2020 Rupert Pip
Myrrdin
When faced with a mountain,
I discovered that I could climb
A raging river in my path,
I learned how well I could swim
In the midst of hatred,
I knew the depths of my love.
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
Rupert Pip May 2020
Extreme emotion
frowns in a pool
of self reflection.
Skin will shiver
and shake, freezing
with the ache of
winters scarred
affliction. What’s to
say about a world
where eyes tell lies
about a fruitful youth?
Perhaps it’s just a
laugh told up front
in the glass to a child
that never waves back
to say hello.
hello
hello
Rupert Pip May 2020
end
I hate how much I’ve missed your face
despite how much you’ve changed.
I scroll and scroll for hours on end,
to no end, to find an end,
to only seeing your face
when the lights go off.
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