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Feb 2020 Max

so tired

Feb 2020 Max

basil

so tired

i'm so tired.

but it's that kind of tired
that is spent
in a warm orange haze
like candlelight

and i can't help but remember
our late night messages
the smile refuses
to be wiped off my face

Feb 2020 Max

Don't Mourn For Me

Feb 2020 Max

Syll

Don't Mourn For Me

Don't you dare mourn for me,
I know you never cared,
You left me hanging on a tree,
Say "I love you" You never dared.

Don't you dare mourn for me,
You never loved me anyway,
I loved you and that's the "tea",
These words I needed to say.

Don't you dare mourn for me,
All I was, was loyal,
I wish you could've finally seen,
Now I'm six feet under soil.

Please don't mourn,
I sometimes wish I were never born.

Feb 2020 Max

Nightmares are dreams too

Feb 2020 Max

Alexandra Margarette Aniag

Nightmares are dreams too

Down this very hill,
By this very stream
Both of us, we had one dream
To sail the seas, to reach the sky
But we never knew,
That we'd say goodbye

Nevertheless, I finished our dream
I sailed the seas, I reached the sky
But still I feel the guilt everday
That I did not help her in her dismay
Sad but true, that's my story
But still I remember her in all her glory

I'm a begginer and this was made while a was daydreaming in school. Sorry it's not that good

Feb 2020 Max

You, Me, Us, We

Feb 2020 Max

Dust

You, Me, Us, We

You
With your words
The Knife.
You.

Me
Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.
Me.

Us
A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.
Us.

We
Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.
We.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret. The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate. Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.

I don't know why this poem is so popular... I've done better...

Feb 2020 Max

RipOff

Feb 2020 Max

Skyler M

RipOff

Don't you make me laugh,
I just wanna be sad,
Your smile is looking bad,
Drop dead and sink instead.

Sometimes I fear that dad is dead,
Broken down and turned out mad,
***-luck as the grand-dad fad,
Fresh out of luck aren't ya'?