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Marietta Ginete Dec 2019
We breathe for no apparent reason.
We’re scared to live but we do so.
Try to get by whatever season,
Do everything until you know.
I wrote this on an instinct, I don’t feel so inspired.
lavendersky Dec 2019
Sometimes i force myself to cry,
so i don't drown in my emotions.
I pity myself until i am tired ,
then the nightmares come,
i dream of betraying you.

I haven't forgave myself.
I did not forget.
I was too young to understand,
the things i have done,
and what they meant.

I would never do it again,
never look the other way.
The words i say i will keep,
until God takes me away.

Will it ever be enough?
The life i'm willing to give to you?
Will my love be able,
for us to live this through?
Bhill Dec 2019
The rain is here, and coming from the sky
Where else would it come from? My oh my
It freshens the air as nothing else can
It's been doing it forever, or since time began
It arrives in a wonder, surrounded by its clouds
A mode of transportation contained only by the shroud
When you think of rains importance, the wonderment is there
Bringing water where it's needed or flooding with no care
We wouldn't be, without it, this is something, oh so true
We have to love or hate it, depending on which view....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 314
You just got to love the rain. Or hate it...,  depends
TS Dec 2019
Have I breathed life into the empty void around me or have I wasted precious air to a suffocating silence?




-t.s.
Ksh Dec 2019
That which I breathe in and exhale
That which shows itself as fug on the window panes;
Is this proof of the warmth, or the cold?

It howls in the evenings,
angry and desperate as
it whistles through buildings,
the shush of trees, thejingle of roof tile shingles,
the eery groan between the cracks.
Is this a war cry or a lullaby?

The cold bite on skin,
the thrash on limbs,
the buffeting -- upward, downward, wherever,
intent on making man fall;
Is this the trial or the sentence?
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
It is true that fresh air is good for the body
It's not so good for air freshener companies
Stop only denying oxygen to overpolluted cities
Blinded by spectrums of little trees in each color
Get the **** out of your car and into reality
You can't live in your head instead of on Earth
And this is our body
Day 23: a seven line poem starting with "It's true that fresh air is good for the body" and ending with "this is our body"
abby Nov 2019
when will we break through the mirror?

why can you see the parts that be that I did not even know were me?

will we turn our backs against the wall and hold on so we do not fall?

I cannot look at you for a long time
I avoid the recognition of your eyes
me in you and you in I
a distant air
a broken rhyme

I know who you are.
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