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 Sep 2019
B D Caissie
I hate that I'm hyper-aware
Of my social hiccups despair

Equivalent scent of morose
A comical footnote to most

My firing neurons worst care
Is the circle of life is a square


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 Sep 2019
Lovelyn Eyo
Sitting -A-thinking
Standing-A-watching
Going-A-strolling
Rolling quick-A-winking
Life's touching!

Stand and move onward that's how LIFE goes - A-ROLLING!


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Life's full of emotions- keep moving
 Sep 2019
sarah
i made an empty promise
when i swore that we were through
and another one
when i swore i was over you

now habits are forming
and they're so hard to break
unlike his heart if i told him
the empty promises i made
 Sep 2019
Little Bird
How come ,
All I want is you .

How come ,
You don't need me the same way.

With you,
my heart is full of joy,
All I want is for you ,
to feel the same joy.

Yet ,
you don't see me that way.
As much as I know it's not my fault,
I can't help but wonder why?

Ain't I strong enough,
Smart enough,
Pretty enough,
Young enough,
Funny Enough.

Was it that I did too much
or too little.

Was it that I was independent ,
and it was ******* your ego.

Didn't I put you first,
Didn't I try enough.

I know I can't blame myself,
but
how come,
how come,
You never loved me back?
 Sep 2019
Rob Rutledge
I will never believe in your God
But I will always have faith in You.
I care not for what you preach.
I care only for what you do.
 Sep 2019
Iz
I keep running like this quicksand won’t engulf me like these waves won’t break me like this ground won’t take me
I’ve spent my life in the fast lane just to come to a screeching halt
All that I’ve ever known has bubbled down to dope
The memories play like a movie on repeat
I can’t escape the things that have been done to me
arrested and defeated,,
my fated causality,
by mine own hand done in,
'twas the death I ordained,
when to the addiction of ego,
I did, did I,
surrender and concede
Nov. 2017
 Sep 2019
Adrienne
yesterday, two teenage boys in the street
stopped mowing their lawn to whistle at me.
it's kind of nice, being noticed, I guess,
to be seen
but at the same time,
I feel objectified,
like I'm meant to sit on a shelf and be pretty
like they're incapable of looking past my face and seeing me
I'm not a barbie doll.
I'm not a toy.
i'm just fourteen
when will you realize that, boys?
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