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Sydney V Nov 2019
My sister,
will never give life
to another.
Never give life
to a soul
that'd be a part of her
but not truly her own.
Never attempt
to break away
from bonds,
from the young ones
that cling to her
like rain on stone.
Until the last bell
shouts to signify
going home.
I won't,
ever relish in laughter
of chesnut locks
and curls
that aren't my own.
My brother in-law,
will never say
oh that's mine,
when asked,
"which one is yours?"
Nor call someone, my boy
or say, that's my girl.
Skye Nov 2019
Writing about
yourself is hard

Why?

With other
topics
You can find a
Book
or
News paper article
or
Poem
Written about it

But with
yourself

Only you know
Only you know
who you truly are

And sometimes-

Scratch that

Almost all of the time

We don't know
who we are

We only know
What others know us as

We don't know
who we are

I don't know



who I am

So I ask


Who am I?


I am Who?
Don't know why
Don't know why
Question
Question
ok okay Jul 2019
She can be spotted half a mile away
Black clothes stand out on a sunny day
Smiles form and bad thoughts fade
Each breath she takes
Takes my breath away
I am lost for words
There is not much to say
Yet I still wish I could relive this day

Maybe I am too awkward to be a lover
It would be so easy to find another
I can only express myself in ink
But I hope this still gives you a chance to think about it
i wna give this to the girl i like but like anxiety !!!
Rickey Someone Jun 2019
6/22/19

I committed no crime,
So why then do I run?
Maybe I’ve run out of time,
And I can’t stand to be outdone.

As I run, I leave clues,
To divert anyone who stalks.
Random things like clews,
I’ve changed basic characteristics.

Maybe I’m bad at leaving ’em, unless
The detectives are bad at reading.
But they find me nonetheless,
As I try to explain this misunderstanding.

I argue my case – innocence,
They are not convinced.
I plead guilty – acquiescence,
They pick up on the nuanced.

Why is everything backwards?
No one understands me.
Headache and confusion afterwards,
With me no one seems to agree.

But then the detective joins me,
They don’t turn me in.
I can’t grasp it, should I flee?
My emotional reserve, dried like a raisin.
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Nigdaw Jun 2019
You make me feel awkward
Your beauty a weapon
Rendering me speechless and helpless
I am one of the waifs and strays
Standing in the shadows
Observing the game, looking for losers
Potential friends.
Isla May 2019
I don’t know you
not really anyway
it’s small talk if not silence

but I do know that
you want to be reborn as flowing water
me as a ray of light

maybe
in another way
in another life
just maybe
we could learn to love each other
What am I doING
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