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Madelle Calayag Jan 2020
Maybe
at the end of this day
I would stop begging
for your time and attention.
Maybe, just maybe.
Bhill Jan 2020
In a room filled with bubbles
Take notice of the little ones
The little ones travel the distance because they survive commotion
We are in a new year and decade, pay attention to the little things
Stay away from commotional chaos
Have a terrific introductory day to fresh beginnings

Brian Hill - 2020 # 1
Happy New Decade. Pay attention to the little things in your fresh beginnings.
Chrissy Ade Jan 2020
You
I see you but you don’t see me
I see you when you walk into your favorite café
Your head hung low and your nose in a book
What are you reading? Is it a love story? A thriller?
I desperately want to know..
To know you
I see you but you don’t see me
I see you as you use your wavy strawberry locks
To cover your rosy  face hoping no one
Will take a second look at you
But I do because I know you
But you don’t know me
I see you nibbling on your fingernails,
Preparing yourself to order the same coffee
You always drink because you’re too scared to try anything else  
Let me help you, I want to help you
Let me say the words that always grab your tongue
And seize it before you can speak
But you finally muster the words in a taut manner
Take your mocha latte to go and exit the cafe swiftly
And I see an opportunity fall out of my hands
Until the next time you come in again
You’re intriguing, a world to explore  
I saw you but you didn’t see me
What will it take to get your attention?
Hello, You! Won't you notice me?
solfang Dec 2019
seek me for pleasure;
and you might end up in pain
physically, and emotionally speaking.
Anne Scintilla Dec 2019
! ! !

Crocodile Crying
In Neon Lights: A beacon
of slippery slopes

! ! !
it’s almost the end of a decade.
here’s for the people who claim headlines for the wrong reasons.

thanks for reading.
a.s.
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
Standing at the launching
of rabid filibustering grenades,
soaring high,
bursting brilliant,
reeking havoc
--chaos like inner city canyons imploding
in on themselves;
--then again--
news breaks of blood
on a naked white girl, and
the memory of them fades...
maria Dec 2019
Feeling like I'm going to explode
Can't hold emotions anymore
Your interest
makes me sick
I'm drowing in a cup of tea
So much pressure
I can't breath
How did I end up like this?
I don't want to feel
Take your attention away from me
remind me to not cry when I'm alone again, that -at least somehow- I can take it

written on December 07, 2019
Blown up
Then
Blown away
Short shot at fame
Just to be washed away
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