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 Aug 2020
Oliver
2am
At 2am you’ll find me
Awake and thinking too much
I speak aloud of what I’m afraid
Using the darkness as my crutch

Sleep never comes easily
My soul simply cannot rest
With the dull ache of loneliness
And sorrow it knows best

They say 2am is for the poets
The lovers, the lonely, the inspired
But I just want to fall asleep
Can someone hold me? I’m tired
 Aug 2020
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Aug 2020
IC
Why cant life just take a break
I need time to think
Before I do something stupid
 Aug 2020
Meysa
Pen
I am a writer and I've always known it.
Even when my feeble self-esteem conspired against my urge to pick up a pen.
I carried it around
like you carry relics
my pens.
Remained tethered to them.
I write now.
Perhaps because I am not a talker.
 Aug 2020
chimera
I love the moon
Nights, stars...
Especially the pitch blackened sky,
As the Cool breeze
mollifies me.
I  could feel falling deep in to the galaxy as i paves  the way for tranquility
The Darkness we experience under  the calmness of moon is quite different
This calmness soothes the soul...
Heavy hearts becomes lite...
Feeling the gentle pet kisses by the light breezes makes us blush
We  find more meaningful-  self w
moon
As i found all my answers to the darkest secrets.
He keeps them safe, with no judgements
He's the epitome of soulful love.
                          
                  ~ASelenophile🌚♥️
 Aug 2020
TyeniWrites
I need music
Like I need oxygen to breath
Without her I would die
 Aug 2020
solfang
when my
heart breaks,
my soul does too;
and I can only afford
to lose one,
but not two
Extracted from my previous poem; I feel that it deserves its own spot
 Aug 2020
Deovrat Sharma
•••
I write
to express
express
to confess
confess my feelings
and unspoken coalesce

I write
to overcome
Intermittent convalesce
which sometimes arises
due to emotional
sufferings & distress

I write
not to please or to impress
but for one who do not laugh
on my mistakes
and often understand
my write with acquiesce
•••
©deovrat 27.06.2020
 Aug 2020
Hortência Granair
I went back and forth
up and down

suddenly I was nowhere to be seen
not even for myself
 Aug 2020
Eris
Don't expect someone to love you,
if you don't love yourself..
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