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Junior McIntyre Nov 2019
Some fall asleep
Some fall apart
Some fall in love
I trip and fall down
Kat Jun 2019
We are both shyly engaging with the madness on screen,
distorted faces, screams from nowhere –
I don‘t believe in hesitation,
having always indulged in my impulsivity.
Not used to waiting, calculating, anticipating.
I was very careful not to let you sink in,
although your teeth aren‘t very sharp.

I don’t pay attention, I’m too focused now
on how my arm is pressing against your shoulder –
this golden halo
that your touch casts onto the here-and-now;
no moment can ever be insignificant again.
Oh, it feels so nice to be with you,
real nice.
Makes me wanna travel all the distance
from Tokyo right to your doorstep.


Morning arrives with it’s awkward limbs that will be drowned in black coffee. Yesterday there seemed to be no more blue tomorrows, but now your eyes greet me and I don’t know what to say.
(things that happened)
TJ Nov 2018
Things ****.

            Tough luck.
Ok this is going to sound dumb but I was just casually thinking about everything I've done wrong and idiotic in my life, basically things like embarrassing myself with my college degree of awkwardness on a regular basis when I try to talk to anyone who isn't a nonjudgmental child, and I was like, "Wow, ok, this kinda *****," so, uh, yeah.
Fleo Mae Jun 2018
This might not be a poem or any sort
But I know this is something that I've made
Been Tweeting about certain things
But I can't fully tell what's inside

Thinking that people will see
And knowing what they will do about it
I've become afraid of sharing
I've become afraid of people

All my life
I never saw myself to become afraid of people
Oh, I was wrong
I've been afraid as long as I've lived

Everyday, I talk to myself
I say, "You can do it"
I say, "Don't be shy"
I say, I say, I say and so I do

I seemingly live like a normal person
Just like them, as they see
But they don't know that it took a hell out of me
To be out here with you
Max May 2018
The boy stood in front of his class
The short story unit was ***
The teacher had them do presentations
For they all had to do representations

The boy stood in front of random humans
The class looked like Roman ruins
Most people were gone
Thank Satan for that one

The boy’s hands were getting sweaty
No he did not have spaghetti
He was already forgetting his lines
It was like in front of his eyes, there were blinds.

The boy was a stuttering mess
At least compared to last time it was less
He sat down with his face bright red
He felt like he could drop dead

But then the class started clapping
The rest of the presentations were wrapping
The teacher handed back their rubric
The kid felt kind of sick

The teacher, with a smile, gave mine to me
I had gotten a B..

(True story)
Sky Yang Jan 2018
Aren’t you cold?

I.
Me?

the wind swept up the solemn yellow leaves, along with my
solemn yellow feet,
and dusted off the crumbs of yester-was
and yester-would
from the hem of my puffer...

Well,
listen.

I hold your heart in my hand,
it holds itself in my palm,
my palm holds itself onto your heart…
Hold your eyes a bit longer and soon, you too,
can hold mine…

So, no.

(Silence. I shivered from the core, to no avail)

II.
Me?

Meanwhile, Amber October and Brown November lie like crumpled,
dryad carcasses beside my feet.

Hm, I said,

I lament!
the skin on my fingers have frittered away from
countless, dead hours
in colorless computers,
but alas, not from the cold.

(trite)

Hmm, I said,

the skin on my fingers
hangs like a nail.
Never have I thought an unwise flick of a wrist could render me an onion.

(Dear Lord)

A curt laugh, cheap,
cheap-cheap, like the swallows.

but yes,
I am
alright.

(Silence. We both shivered from the core, to no avail)
does he love me? no, he was just making small-talk.
David Bryan Lao Nov 2017
I want to call out your name
But every time I try, my voice fails me
Like wipers on the windshield,
Your presence erases each drop of thought

And here I am left speechless
Unable to open my mouth - jaws locked
Frozen, petrified, like ice -
I melt into a mess of awkwardness

There, I find my wit doubtful
For I, who chase after the deep secrets
Of this dark, mysterious world
From the miniscule to the galaxies

Who run after all the laws
Of gravity, energy, entropy
Deal with forces, momentum
Concepts that have always eluded man

Could not find a single word
Unbelievably, nor make a sound
When you, oh you, are around
You steal my mind away; it frustrates me

Because I know we'd relate
Talking about God and humanity
Favorite poems and stories
Making fun of Shakespeare's puns, laugh loudly

Sing of life and also love
Share our apprehensions and all our doubts
Shout away our hopes and dreams
Imagine, in ten years' time, where we'll be

Oh, we could have so much fun
Talking 'bout anything under the sun
But every time you walk in
Through the door, all my words just fly away

And I am left with the deafening sound of silence
On the frustrations of making friends with someone you like
Zach Shappley Sep 2017
Blue eyes distract the sunshine of your smile
Drawn in with the teasing “shut up” look given
Dark blonde hair cut just beyond the shoulder
Almost childlike
Takes you back to a childhood crush
It feels the same
Moths dance around the glow in your stomach
Sweltering heat slices through the body
Paralyzed in the moment
Wanting to run while never wanting to leave that presence
Eyes still pierce you forcing a gleeful smile
Natural, pure the laugh that emerges from the stomach
Forces one across the chasm
As the giggling ensues the gap closes
Until the two collide
The feeling is full
Marin Jul 2017
Is it just me
or are these walls getting closer
with every step I take forward?

Is it just me
or is this music going mute?
All the sounds disappearing
and becoming nothing but distant echos

My words slip
and as I try to run
so do my feet

I look up
only to see
that it's just you
NeroameeAlucard Jun 2017
Why is it that what i hate
About what i am
Is what endears me to others
Am i the opposite
Of what i was intended to be?
If so this practical joke
Has crossed the line from funny to cruelty.

I hate not knowing what to say
I hate my shy dispensation
But others love my pathetic attempts
As a presentable representation
Of a functioning human being
I'm not and that's no lie.

So where does anyone see any appeal?
Am i blind or do my very eyes lie?
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