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 Jan 2021
DAF
once again i've tied my hands
unable to unbind
sickness twists and tangles
imprisoned by my mind
bound by mistakes echoed
held by my own will
captive and the captor
 Jan 2021
lemon
Why would i choose to stand
to fight
when im sure that the weight
that will not stop tugging at my sleeve
the weight of existing
would feel so much better
if i let it drag me to the ground
and pull me beneath the earth
let me be heavy
let me give up
let me end
 Jan 2021
Luna Maria
tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
 Jan 2021
Carlo C Gomez
Her and higher education:

Those narrow walls

That building
with too many stares

All the talk about climbing
up the flagpole

Just to see
what goes up

And what comes down

It was so much easier
when they just wanted

To carry her books
Note: The placement of stares, and not stairs, is intentional. It is not a typo.
 Jan 2021
eileen
I still fall asleep thinking about
the night I messaged you goodnight
while you slept in the other room

we haven't spoke in years
it never feels like tomorrow


I hoped one day you would miss me
call me to say you're sorry

some relationships are never fixed
some are nonexistent

one day I'll buy white roses
think of you for a second or two
 Jan 2021
Acme
me
I'm a part time atheist
praying to a 9-5 god
I fall in love with strangers
everywhere and always
I try to live outside my skin
until it drags me into rehab
I can't live in here and now
or then and there until I
find me inside a mirror
take a selfie with Alice.
Hiding behind a mask. A shadow to others, unnoticed by all. Some say that beauty lies beneath. Not in today's world. Judgmental eyes follow you like heat-seeking missiles. Their glare can burn you from the inside. As what seems like a million beady eyes staring, you are bound to make a mistake. As you wander aimlessly, hoping for this day to end, the world seems to turn slower, and slower. You feel as if time is against you, that it finds joy in your sorrow. One slip and you are called clumsy. One tear and you are called a crybaby. One wrong answer and you are called stupid. One word and you can be forever laughed at. So if you hold your tongue, remain quiet, never show emotion, and hide in the shadows, you can protect yourself.
This is how I first viewed middle school. All the 7th and 8th graders would make you feel like an ant amongst giants. They thought they knew everything.
 Dec 2020
R L
the lights out,
nowhere to go,
we all hide,
in shadows below,
a thousand screams
hidden by the dark,
we have nothing to lose
just the core of our hearts
 Dec 2020
alupa
...
Looking at you
Is like looking at the sun.
It hurts.
But still
My eyes are drawn to you.
...
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