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 Apr 2021 Andrew
Poetry Art
living in a world
where giving up is not a choice
is indeed cruel
suffocating and absurd
pushing one's limit
to reach a goal
leaving yourself empty
a burned-out soul
the world is too cruel for some of us to live in. but I am proud of you for moving forward still.

may you do well, rest well, and love well.

to better days ahead,
poetry art
 Apr 2021 Andrew
Påłpëbŕå
take my hand
and set me free
help me live
and let me be
i miss you

i admit it
My tears
   betray my
   laughter
   I'm naked
   in spotlights
   acting alive
   ashes in my
   tiny urn
   on a mantle
   forgotten
   each day.
   clocks tic
   clocks toc
   heart beats
   year at a time
   lost forever.
 Apr 2021 Andrew
Darcy Lynn
I am adept
In the art of being okay
I have mastered the craft
Of covering my troubles
I use all sorts of fancy facades
Acrylic, oil, watercolor
You name it.

I can paint over nearly anything

You will never know
How late I was up last night
Or why.

My eyes flicker
Like candlelight
But you couldn’t see
You couldn’t possibly see
I’m too good
For that.

I can dance, too
Waltzing away my sorrows
Carefully tip toe-ing the
Pas-de-I-am-fine
I get a standing ovation every time

I’m very talented, you see.

But my all time favorite
Is my disappearing act
I’m still perfecting it
Right now
But one of these days
I’ll show you
How I
Slip
Slip
Slip
Away

Right through your fingers.
 Apr 2021 Andrew
Jude
I despise myself for not being someone you could love.
 Apr 2021 Andrew
rk
iced coffee
 Apr 2021 Andrew
rk
i want to love you
like a lazy sunday morning
staying in bed
taking our time
sipping coffee
memorising every freckle
like the constellations in the sky
white sheets
and tangled limbs
with the scent of a memory
fresh on our lips.
 Apr 2021 Andrew
DElizabeth
My eyes watch
as the sky
is painted with colors of
soft blues & white fluffs
to
vivid pinks & dazzling oranges.

Soon to be
pitch blacks & deep violets
with tiny bright lights
speckled on with flicks of His brush.

Soon to be tomorrow,
strokes of
happy yellows & stunning golds.
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