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  Sep 2017 ja
I left her at home
I can't write poems.
I know I can't. Everybody knows.

Poetry is for the soft ones.
For the hurt ones.
For the broken ones.
For the talented ones.
For the edgy ones.

For the special ones.

And I am certainly none of those.

Pretty **** sad, huh?

Yet, poetry is for everyone.
Because... Art is for everyone,
right?
Because you're supposed to feel comfortable while writing it. While creating it.

Art is for everyone.

But not
me.

I know I **** at this.
I must admit I enjoy writing down my feels.
I must admit poetry is one of my favorite types of therapy.
But I also must admit I **** at this.

I'm not going anywhere with this poem, to be honest.
I'm just wasting your time.
I'm just wasting my time.

I'm a waste of time.

And I am so
sorry.
  Sep 2017 ja
Jeremy Kuan
That moment when you see her
for the hundredth time
like it’s the very first time

That moment when you stare at her lips
and wish that they were
touching yours

That moment when you find yourself
speechless and unworthy
standing in the presence of this angel

That moment when you remember
she was always there for you
and saved you from yourself

That moment when you realise
you need her too much
you can’t risk losing her friendship

That moment when you know
she’s too perfect
so you can never have her

That moment when your shoulders
are nearly touching
but you have to pull away

It all happened in an instant

I wish my eyes were never opened
  Dec 2016 ja
Mark Lecuona
My fantasies are not what I want anymore
You can't reach a soul when you think *** is love
I don’t need to tell you how I feel
You saw it in my eyes and it's you I'm thinking of

I moved past a life living under the same roof
How can I make you grow if it's all about me?
Because what you are all about is so good
You talk about us but there is so much more you can be

You can call me baby
I don’t always have to smile
Cry on my shoulder
Go ahead and cry
I know baby
I know

It seems I can only offer someone pain
You give so much and I just take
How can you see anything good in me
When I keep living for my own sake?

I want you to stop being afraid
I’m not anymore
I know you might meet somebody new
The rain might pour
That’s the chance I’m willing to take
Even if he shuts our door
But caring about you forever is what I will do
Even if you don’t call anymore

You can call me baby
I don’t always have to smile
Cry on my shoulder
Go ahead and cry
I know baby
I know
ja Oct 2015
Your soul, is all that I crave for
All that imperfect perfection is what interest me More than some wishing star.

All that I want in this actual world,
Is the actual person you are.

— The End —