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 May 2020
Faizel Farzee
Death.
Has no view in hindsight.
This realisation is so true
with the first breath we take
moves us closer to death.
Once its gone, theres no undo
no respawn, only the living memory of you.
 May 2020
Imran Islam
Anywhere, anytime
If you see any crime,
Then what to do?
I know that all
You'll nothing do
'Cause, you are also a criminal.

Anyhow, anyone
dose a job well done
What'll you say?
I get that all
You'll pride that day
'Cause, you are egotistical.

When needy people
ask you for any help,
Don't hurt at all
If you can'tΒ Β help them
'Cause they are miserable!
(anywhere anytime)
If you see any crime
 May 2020
Rachel Gosby
We have our health
Our freedom
Our peace of mind
Our family, and friends
Our conference
Our determination
Our strength to keep moving
Our moment to shine
Our independents
Our promises to keep
Our appreciation for the things we have
Our challenges to make us stronger
Our pride that gets in the way
Our imaginations that run wire
Our Guardian angels watching over us
Our homes to go to
Our future to look forward to
Our temptations to tell

No matter what people may say, or think about you, just remember what you have right in front of you. You have so much to be thankful for, so set back and ask yourself what do you have
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 May 2020
julianna
I wish...
That what other people wanted,
  I also always wanted
Because then I would never have to choose Between being selfless and being myself.
 May 2020
ryn
.
Trace the suns
that traverse the skies

Follow the moons
that try to keep pace

Count the ticks
that strike my clock

For you are the numbers
to the rest of my days


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 May 2020
Alyssa Underwood
Only One
can bear the
monstrosity
of our hearts'
defects and
devotion
 May 2020
ranveer joshua
one sip turns into two drinks
two drinks too many
words start spilling out of your mouth
words of hatred
words of insecurity
words of humiliation
words of mockery
if only that drink had spilled instead.
 May 2020
Thomas W Case
In a dream,
I see the raven
fly into the night;
his dark song beckoning
from his beak.
Shiny black wings promise
flight,
but to where?

I watch as the
pair of doves bellow
their songs of love
and with a rush of
angels wings
fly heavenward.

I hear the
bluebirds and
sparrows little hum of
hope fade softly into
the afternoon sun,
and I wonder,
what does it all mean?

Then I see them, and
many other kinds of
birds, with beautiful bright
colors,
Parakeets and parrots,
eagles and herons...even
a dodo and they are
all rotting in cages.
Some of the cages are
open,
others are closed,
but all the birds are
lying on their sides,
sad dead eyes,
staring blankly,
finished and flightless.
and I get it.
Check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0-hHZ6O8u0
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