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 May 2020 ranveer joshua
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5.10.20
 May 2020 ranveer joshua
a
staring off at the blank walls that surround me

I don't think I'll ever recover
from the nights I spent sobbing
staining the pillow with the makeup thats been left on my face for days
I don't even care anymore
the pent up rage
the anger
the disparity
I want it to leave

leave behind the empty vessel that once held a pure soul
wow it's been a hot minute since I've been on here lol. hope everyone is staying safe in quarantine.
 May 2020 ranveer joshua
laura
Today is a day
to be thankful
for everything our
mother's have done
for us. I know I
could have never gotten
through my life without
my mom.
Happy Mother's Day!
 May 2020 ranveer joshua
Ayn
Swirling colors
And vibrating air,
Filling my world;
Shaking my spine.

The world has moved so much
And now I’m moving off a lifeline.

Now I fall.
The realm of ash awaits,
And I hit the ground with a flume.
Some nervous tension
Is still in the night air,
Although everyone is asleep.
 May 2020 ranveer joshua
Edward
Where does my next breath  comes from.
It comes from the Lord Jesus my Savior.
My Creator , the Creator of the Heavens.
The Creator of the earth and all mankind.
Wihout his blessings , we would all be cursed.
So where does my next step comes from.
Jesus the Creator of the heavens and the earth.
 May 2020 ranveer joshua
Gulishta
I wrote ...I erased...
I refined it....then wrote it again.

The words....of the memories....
Writing the soul....with different stories.

Calmed breathing...finally controlled...
Pulse under normal...then.... I let go.
 May 2020 ranveer joshua
rk
foxes
 May 2020 ranveer joshua
rk
we cling to each other
desperately trying
to perserve what is left
finding darkened corners
to confess our love,
like foxes in the night
with countless eyes
watching our every move.
now i understand
that sometimes
it is easier to love
inside a locked room,
where the world becomes
just one person
and the eyes in the dark
can no longer follow.
- a rabbit hearted girl with foolish thoughts.
 May 2020 ranveer joshua
Grace
I don’t write to get called good
I write to be understood
Do you understand?

I don’t write for petty praise
That would be a waste of my days
My poems are my own extended hand

I just want people to see
What it’s like to be me
And who I really am

Though my poems are called “good”
I am still misunderstood
When will somebody understand?
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