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EmotionalPoet Jun 2019
So I started reading my poems today
The ones I posted since my first Sunday

Seems to me that I suffered a lot
I was upset and wanted to spill some blood

I'm better now, I really am

Writing poems was an escape
A path that I had to take

I'm glad for everything I wrote no take backs
It's how I felt, true, raw and dark

Thank you for everyone who was
there
Without you non of these I could bear
Cotton Candy Jun 2019
i let softness sit in my chest
cotton candy woven between ribs
sweet and light and a bit sticky to the touch,
hard to untangle oneself from

i let softness take a seat at the table
fold its hands in its lap
smile, nod, and listen with joy
such polite company, the kind you hope stays late

i let softness make its home here
to the best of my ability
welcome it openly and appreciate its presence
try and return its kindness
made this as my first poem hence my username lol,,, i'll try to write more often.
The past has swiftly receded into its bed of intangible form and the future rests eyes closed,still to be awakened

Let them like children rest
without being disturbed

Today belongs to your limbs, to your breath pouring life and presence into your being.
Today is here, lids open,
eyes which become your own
Life sinking back into everything around you
Appreciate, knowing that even the small things are of value, are of worth.
Prerna Singh May 2019
My puppet
Feeds on Fame
It stammers while remembering
A handful of names
She sleeps with her curtains
Wrapping all her pain
With strings made of nerves
And warm days made of rain


She can control
All her thoughts
And untouched soul
Which remains hidden behind the plot
She is a puppet
And she sees with my eyes
And understands with her brain
And if she speaks of rebellion
She would be abandoned
And killed



She would rather betray her dreams
A character at last
Amongst laughter and tears
She would see them
Cherishing her exploitation
In stories she'd receive no love
And appreciation
Oh but she would live through.
A flood for the emotionless
A puppet.


-Prerna Singh
With strings made of nerves
And warm days made of rain
purple heart May 2019
has this even happened to you?
that whenever something bad happens,
you feel the blessings,
cause those eyes,
have already seen so much worse.
remember the bad times.
LS Apr 2019
one day
you're outside riding your bike
getting scrapes on your knees
that your mother kisses
after she's bandaged

one day you're running outside with your friends
throwing water balloons
without a care in the world

one day you're sitting in class
praying to go home
and for time to move faster

one day you'll hear your name called out
loud and clear
a stage awaiting your footsteps toward your future

one day it will all be over
appreciate it now
you don't have
as much time
as you think
Whisperer Mar 2019
I'm just a sunflower
In a field of roses
Waiting for someone
to appreciate my petals
before they start withering
I'm yellow between all reds, still you don't notice me
Oskar Erikson Mar 2019
You are painful to look at;
for all the wrong reasons.
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