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 Dec 2020 angel
Spring Mnemosyne
•     counting sheeps ain't
      enough for you to fall asleep
      when thoughts are lurking
      in every corner of your
      mind, dancing with your
      cells—causing the
      window of your soul to
      be wide open.

                             —𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎.
I wrote this one when I was fighting with my thoughts, obviously, hshshshs.
 Dec 2020 angel
Jack P
curiosity may have killed the cat,
but it has given me a reason to live
the duolingo owl keeps rapping me on the knuckles with a metal ruler
 Nov 2020 angel
lua
romance
 Nov 2020 angel
lua
i find it funny
how often i speak of love
when i myself
don't quite know what it is
and don't quite know what the difference is
between romance
and romanticised.
 Oct 2020 angel
eli
taking
 Oct 2020 angel
eli
you steal everything from me
my style
my friends
my name

It hurts when you take what's mine, and make it your own

but it's better than I could have ever done
 Jul 2020 angel
Oliver Gottlieb
Lie
 Jul 2020 angel
Oliver Gottlieb
Lie
Birth is innocence
Death is the truth you spent your life lying to achieve

The silly bit in between
...

                                                    ­               You tell me
 Jul 2020 angel
Melanie
Desire
 Jul 2020 angel
Melanie
Desire. The heart’s desire….

… is a funny thing.

We say we want things, but want isn’t enough.

To desire something is to crave it.

Crave it beyond all capacity.

And what’s worse than that craving is…

…knowing you can never have it.

You see, you can work as hard as you can,

and still never obtain your heart’s desire.

You don’t understand, do you?

How can you crave something so badly & never be able to reach it?

What’s even more frustrating is that others have reached their heart’s desire.

They’ve reached high up into the sky, plucked it and brought it back down to Earth with them.

But there you are. Alone. Empty-handed.

That voice in your head. That hole in your heart. That craving. It’s only going to get bigger.

But you’ll never satisfy it.

There’s no reason why.

There’s no making sense of this.

And with each passing day, your heart breaks a bit more because you can’t have the one thing you truly want.

Your head may know this but your heart doesn’t. And even though your mind may have given up on that desire, your heart never will.

The heart may shatter easily but it is not weak.

It perseveres.

Despite the mind telling it otherwise. Despite people telling it otherwise. Despite your own insecurities telling it otherwise.

Sure, your heart may break into a million and one pieces but that doesn’t make you broken.

And it doesn’t mean you should give up on your heart’s desire.

If and only if for the sole reason, that there is nothing in this world you want more.

Desire is a funny thing.

But maybe just maybe when you find it, it’s beautiful, extraordinary, miraculous, inexplicable magic.
 Jul 2020 angel
The Flipped Word
I desire to be loved
I desire to be held
I desire to find someone
That makes my heart melt

I desire to travel the world
I desire to wide-eyed see
Every inch of our universe
Every nook and cranny

I desire to be fire
I desire to be ice
I want to be my own yin and yang
ah I want to suffice

I desire to achieve
I desire to bring pride
For myself and my family
Only confidence in my stride

I desire to touch lives
I desire to make a difference
I desire to leave a bigger effect
To leave my own print

I desire so much
It's the magic of youth you see
Right now everything's possible
If i just allow myself to dream

So when I grow wrinkly and old
And have quenched all these fires
I hope I still have the courage
And the freedom to let myself desire
 Jul 2020 angel
Patricia Drake
That one night I took a shortcut
Through the open and moonlit park
From my friends I had been lost but
I just wanted to get past the dark

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I heard a sound
Of footsteps not far behind me
To look I turned around
But nothing did I see

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I continued to walk
Ignoring the sound in the leaves
It was a gigantic shock
When hands on me wandered like thieves

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I tried to push him away
When upon me temptation he cast
My senses got blurred,  thoughts went astray
Succumbing to His will and fast

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I saw his terrible face
Furrowed and darkened by time
Still his countenance bore a trace
Of something appealing to mine

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I gave mySelf to Him
Bedazzled by words so sweet
I followed His every whim
And let him have me bleed

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I heard a church bell call
So distantly played its tune
And on my knees it made me fall
I had to leave under the treacherous moon

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I  bade Him let me go
Under the treacherous moon
He laughed at me and let me know
He would keep me at least until noon

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night He tortured my body and soul
His words were like poisonous spears
His tongue paved His way to His devious goal
He unleashed and tamed my fears

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That morning when the daylight broke
My spirit had fallen to Him
And as the people in town awoke
My hopes of escape grew dim

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That day at noon when the sun was high
The devil let go of my hand
His mark He had left inside my thigh
It looked like a crimson band

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That day I finally left the park
Martered and trembling from pain
Forever I would stay out of the dark
Afraid that He'd find me again

The Devil He dwells in the shadows...
 Jul 2020 angel
Tashea Young
My scars are NOT just scars sometimes they remind me of traumatic experiences.
Sometimes people would stare at them with a look so curious, that I myself, would become furious.
Because my scars felt like a punishment of a series of consecutive jail sentences.
They had me Feeling overwhelmed by weariness
So I put up a fence to hide what I believe was my hideousness.
Then my naked eyes realized the true lies, that behinds these marks are where the truth hides
My scars are NOT  just scars they are Evidence of a Wound, evidence that after pain healing must come soon.
My scars are a sign to show Life was adjusted just as a violin being tuned
My scars are not just scars they show that I have gone thru a Transformation.
My scars are not just scars The give me motivation in my times desperation.
My scars aren't just scars They signify even after my trails, I am Triumphed!
My scars are Marks Of my pass History to celebrate even I was hurt I have the victory! For Greater is He that is within me.
My scars are NOT just scars, they show that God was With me thru it all Truly!
My scars are not just scars they are Permanent sacred Marks Of Beauty.
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