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Mel Jul 2019
I can't see. I can't hear.

I can't tell how I feel.

But it's okay... it's okay,

I'll live another day.


I can't hear a word you speak,

I won't admit or I'll sound weak.

But it's okay... it's okay,

I'll live another day.


I'll live another day.
I actually wrote this as a song... I was too lazy to write the rest of it. Writers block isn't helping either... maybe one day!
Queen Bee Jun 2019
My heart,
Is lost,
In another...

And...

It doesn't,
Seem,
To find,
It's way back...
The love i cant seem to express...
New
New chapter begins,
I'll try to be better in lots of things.
New school,
New faces,
New friends,
New teachers,
New environment.
Everything will be new,
But I'm not yet sure,
If the one in my heart will be replaced by someone new.
In this year,
Let's see if you'll remain here.
Finally senior highschool.
Will u remain here bunny?
Vic Jun 2019
I'm wearing my earbuds in my t-shirt
to listen music in class,
and text or change the music.
Play flappy bird or Pac-man
Because you downloaded it on your calculator,
Or on your E-reader.
Writing on everything,
And teaching people how to shoot
Crunched pieces of paper,
With a hair tie or an elastic band.
Talking, Laughing.
Throwing shade at the teacher.
Regretting not studying,
But you were smoking crack instead,
So it's okay I guess.
Eating in class.
A full competition
of who can spin the most rounds,
behing the back of the teacher.
(I was 3rd of the whole class :)
And laughing when you get an F
Stealing the answer keys to the homework,
And sending it in the group chat.
4 cups of coffee every morning.
Switching laptops with your friend,
Who studied for the test.
So you both get an A,
And pass the class.

Just another day of school.
Even my will to live is bigger than my grades...
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That was the worst pun every sorry.
<3
vern Jun 2019
dearly beloved
I have gathered my pen and paper
to send you love from another world
I've stashed this note in a bottle
and threw it into the air
so I shall not know whether you got my love
whether you even care
I apologize for I left your world without a word
I didn't belong there but I found I belong here
I belong somewhere
and it is not there, it is here
and it is not with you, it is with me
I am regifting the lies that were gifted by you
you are no longer a concept that plagues my mind
do you think about me my beloved
I don't think about you
the thought saddens me so I refuse
I'd rather stay happy and live in ignorance
that you ever existed
these empty feelings on paper will finally disappear
to a place I do not know
well, once knew but have long forgotten
this is my first note and my final note
I'm sending you love from another world
and I will never send it to you again
for this world is my own, and I don't want to share
It's been awhile. This isn't my best work, but it's something.
Poetic T May 2019
Collect the bones of the poor,
     And let there bones build
the walls to keep out
           the retches,
                   the undesirables,
                                 the different.


And then realise that the wall
                contains you.


For we are all poor in different aspects,
                  be it dignity,
                            be it humility.


Be it the virtues that make us who we are.



We should never look at another as divergent,
                 for we are all apitamy of
                             our own diluted reflections.

Everyone is insolvent in the walls we create,

                        We just have to learn never to build them
in the beginning,
                           and realise we all take the same footsteps.

 No one walks differently from another in life journey.
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