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 Nov 2020
CommonStory
Its time to tell the truth and all that
I took an L it was all bad
It should've been
Life love and luxury
Luck, love, and loyalty
But it wasn't that

I lost love to lechery
Lust had you run from me
Leeching life force from me
Lacking more than symthaphy

I look at you what happened
Only lames love like you i see

So love wasn't the same on both sides

That why I took the L and crossed the line

Coming for to to love me
Didnt know that luckily
That's what you wanted from me the whole time
Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 11/10/20
 Oct 2020
Shysta
I wonder what it would be like
If I ever cross paths with you

would you look at me with a silly grin on your face,
or look past like you're supposed to-

today I thought of you and where you'd gone
and it wasn't a fleeting image
it was perhaps a journey I went on all alone-

I found myself walking down this street cluttered with cafes
walls entrapping stories, with ours maybe at the bottom
I saw smiles and giggles and pitchers - half empty this time.

I knocked on unfamiliar doors,
hoping for a gesture of compassion
but nothing felt like you,
The back of the door was an unending abyss
And I still feel trapped in it.

On a lone night, I drove miles and miles
In the city which never felt like home-
listened to love songs about the moon on the radio
as the shadows of us faded away.

I searched for you in the blowing wind
and I searched for you in the symphonies of sound
and perhaps you were there;
but this time I walked right through you.


My mind still wanders
to unknown places
but this dream ceases to end
But if the silence sets in, and it will;
I will know that I, perhaps have found you,

and then-

You will remember
the lapse of when my bemused head
was entangled by your feather thoughts.
You will remember
the scent of the solitary flowers
I kept alive in my pockets.
You will remember
sunshine bleeding through trees
and the gold of the moon and a song about it.
You will remember
all the quiet places
where your mind was yours and sometimes mine too.
You will remember
the flick of my hand
and I will remember yours.


And from that moment on,
I promise-
we, would never part.
 Oct 2020
Druzzayne Rika
Skim through the pages of my life,
Skip through the lies I've been entwined,
It is the story of the girl trying to please
You, me and everybody, trying for your love.
I loathe the very picture she becomes,
It is very like she wilts without your approval,
She'd be giving pieces of her to all,
but next day, naturally, she finds herself in trash.

It isn't kind, the life she creates with her head,
her best attempts causing natural disrupts,
the purpose to be everyone's friend,
makes her enemy of her own self.
She lost everyone, love and inspite
and despite everything, she writes another write.

It is terrible, what I do with her,
She has been ruining everything for me,
Her and I, together, we make a lonely picture.
Skip this, and be free from this.
The end chapter, what went by,
no one knows, maybe she died alone
in the worn out sweater she had grown,
She hoped, her end might have pleased them all.
 Sep 2020
Elizabeth Kelly
This place is a wasteland
Wasted potential
Food
Opportunity
Wasted at the bar, looking at your hands
“how could you do this to me?”
What happened to beauty?
And who will be the bad guys in the movie?

If a fascist takes a **** on the floor, will it land in 1984?
We’re at war
We’re at war
If you’re not rich you’re poor

We’re not the ones keeping score.
 Sep 2020
Druzzayne Rika
Technology,
You know me so well
I share everything with you first
You know everything about me
Things I might not even be aware about
You bring me to Utopia with each touch
A single swipe, and I get my cup of tea
But how bad could you be for me
I have increasingly decreasing attention
I am just a tool to you
A point to collect more data to sell
And sell away to manipulators
And attack me with new intelligence
I am always gullible
Technology, I can't live without you
I need you more than I thirst for water
why do you set out to destroy my entire race?
 Sep 2020
Jeanette
34
You’ll be 34 this year, you remember as you take a sip of wine,
the same wine you drank before it was legal to do so.

You struggle to decipher which parts are yours still,
and which parts belong to the girl who indulged
Before her time.

You tried to paint the moon tonight, on the good paper,
it doesn’t turn out. You attempt to capture it on your phone.
Despite how clear it was, it just escapes you.

There is dust collecting in the corners of your dining room floor.
You tell yourself that real women have clean baseboards.

They don’t attempt, and fail, to paint the moon when their children fall asleep.

You admit that you have not met the standards of your mother.
She never looks at you with disappointment,
she’s just scared the others would never understand your heart the way she does.

The record on the player needs to be flipped over,
That’s a compromise you’ve made,
for being able to indulge in the past a little longer,
once again.

It’s 2 am, a bookmark for sleep, that’s when adults
are allowed to go home.

You clean your brushes under cold water,
make sure to turn off all the lights.
 Aug 2020
munachi
Demons are only real because we create them;
Because we plant them there and water them;
Because we inherit them;
We breed the insanity; feed the flames.

We embrace them,
Like they're the only friends we've got;
The only ones who stuck.
We hate them, but we love them to stay,

And keep us company,
Because if not, there'd only be emptiness;
Emptiness that begins to rot inside you,
And drives you straight to the devil himself.
When we don't need our demons anymore, they leave. And there won't be any emptiness when they do.
 Aug 2020
Druzzayne Rika
The yearning is unending
It is just starting
all day waiting
The corner I occupy
I sit, with dying patience
yearning with experience
it seems you have forgotten my existence
with growing distance,
Why my yearning still grows,
It should have died till now

I am still in waiting room
sitting, with constant reminder
I am waiting for the flightless dream
a sightless vision,
A weightless endeavour,
The yearning goes up and down
with every sound in my ear.

Implications
Decisive,
I am jumbled being
Dying with constant yearning
Living in the past
Fighting for my future
With no end of this thirst.
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