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Silence
Is what you did
Silence
Is what you said
Silence
Is all I get

Begging
For words
Begging
For something
Begging
You to say anything

Time passed
You haven't called
Time passed
I haven't stopped
Crying

"I need you" was all I said
Silence is what I get
"Say something" I begged
Silence is all I get

Did I say something way too honest?
Did I make you run and hide?
Did I really say something that bad?
Or I should've kept my mouth shut?

I wish I understood the silence
I wish I knew what to do
To ******* get to talk to you

And I'm sorry
For always crying
And I'm sorry
I talked about it
But please, I don't deserve silence
I got stuck
in a plot
                                        t
w
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                                                s
                  t

and it made
me

A) Dizzy
B)  Sick
C) Light-headed
D) Aware

............(Answer)..............
kokoro 2d
Have you noticed how once we start getting happier,
we tend to write less?
atleast I do.
I think its because all we ever do is complain.
and once theres nothing to complain about,
theres really nothing to talk about, nothing to write about.
I guess you could take that as a good thing,
or maybe a bad thing.
And some could take this as a poem complaining about people who complain, its hard to explain.
It doesn't hurt anyone
It doesn't hurt you
Don't be scared of it
Better it comes out now than later
We have bad poems too
We just don't publish them
For once, I would like a ruler.
A really big one, large enough to span all time,
or my time at least – which isn’t too much to ask.
To draw a straight line through life,
and make it all fall in, drill sergeant style.
Free me of all the jumps and bumps,
dancing about the hurdles which
slow me to halts,
as if life were a blob of mashed potatoes;
surfing through its smooth white clouds,
like a true California girl.

For once, can it be a tunnel?
No more mazes of roads and streets,
avenues, crescents, highways and lanes.
To close  my eyes, raise my hands,
and push my bare foot into the pedal,
unafraid of the walls of people.
For it all to be a bowling alley
with the railings up and a ramp to slide down.
To shamelessly ride with pink, bedazzled training wheels
and a lemon learners plaque
to blind all nosy parkers up my ***.

For once, wouldn’t it be nice if it all could line up,
so I could be, for once, entirely happy.
Simply, life plays out in aspects of good and bad. For once, wouldn't some uninterrupted good be nice.
Eternity Nov 6
We felt like he needed to run our country.
But we were wrong.
My closest friends,
My family,
Had to run away,
Because of
The Orange Man.
And here i sit,
Watching my country burn,
Because of
The Orange Man.
He's going to ruin us all.

By tomorrow,
He'll sit in his throne,
Ruling with an iron fist,
Smiling an Orange grin,
The Orange Man,
The Orange Man.
He's going to ruin us all.
PLEASE DO NOT GIVE HATE
When I came into school this morning, i had already found out that 3 of my friends were moving to Canada. When i received the phone call that 2 of my family members had to move as well, i broke down into tears.
I'm deeply sorry to all of them.
Some people not All,
have very bad behavior
It Encourages others
to have misbehavior

Some people carry a
Negative Demeanor
To the point Positive
people are influenced
to become meaner

This is a intuition but
more like a Hunch
That one Bad Apple
Spoils the whole Bunch

It simply refers to someone
who creates problems,
Get rid of that Rotten Apple
And that will solve them

Remember these words
and take it to Mind
Those Rotton old Apples
aren't so very kind

Beware of Rotten Apples
just trust your Hunch That
One Rotten Apple
will Spoil the Whole Bunch


By: B.R
Date: 10/23/2022
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