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In class I couldn't hear
The teacher's lecture's
                                       When Everything was much to loud
                                       How can I hear someone's thoughts
When I can't even hear my own
But sorry for the bad grades though
Secrets are there to keep
We hold them very tight,
As we go in the darkest nights

I always kept all the secrets,
The secrets that were for the good and the bad

Some are easy to keep
Some are heavy that I can't sleep

But I kept them for you,
And that is what I always will do

I trust you

So I hold them tight,
As I go in the darkest nights
Well I guess people aren't that bad,
Maybe I was just meeting the wrong ones or maybe I was taking them so serious that I forgot there exist some right ones.
Well I hope it doesn't restrict just to social media and its counterparts,
and people stays the same giving hearts and helping those who are in holes of rats,
and not poking and mocking with their hated darts.
Wrote it few minutes ago while thinking hearts that people give each other on social media and all the good talk and dm.
I have spent my time,
crawling through its dirt;
creeping in gutters;
a tough skin beneath
sequins of colours.

You all know me;
close to the ground;
so rarely seen;
since time began;

Under rocks,
Or shuffling
busy feet;

Tasting
the sky.

Sss.

Sliding
through sand.

Shedding skin;
Staying the
same within.

On grounds when stirred;
Venonous strike!
One last squeezed wish.
Cold blood delight.

Spiritually
unclean, yet I feel
all - everything but
how I wish for the
Soul of the Eagle.
Different Souls, Different Goals.
Why do I try when everything sinks and the water keeps flowing?
Why do I plant seeds when in this land nothing is growing?
Why do I buy clothes for a body that I don't know?
Why do I put glitter on when another cry soon will follow?
Disappointed but alive, or dead?
I don't know what feels worse.
But when I have to be alive I'll always keep on trying to cure this curse.
But why?! Cause I'm a bad bad nurse!!!
I want to be able to **** the reason why I fight.
I don't mind if I die in the process.
Dying in this way is progress.
How many times do I have to keep trying to explain it?
Will the right people get it when I'm dead?
Will they admit?
I'm a nurse that will always be bad.
Bad at living, bad with an attitude, bad and in a bad mood.
Bad but good.
Sometimes feeling alright too.
When I smile when I see you.
But please get it now.
I'm trying to find the poison to **** that virus that's in me and it will **** me.
And it's fine and the truth and it's just all reality.
But doctors never want to see that and only they can provide it.
One day I'll make my own and not just a little bit.
Just wait and see, watch me and change things hopefully.
22-05-20
tanisha May 19
Self destruction is soul obstruction
thinking a perfect building needs construction
turning negative thoughts into a institution
self loathing in every discussion
the funniest thing is,
there is no solution
vohnul buchet May 19
as far as I am aware
you are not wonderful
of course you can have
other positions
you may be good
from another point of view

but from mine
I see just a girl
without eyes, without ears
without a face, without a head
as they are
too clear

there is just this behavior
too superficial
to know something deeper
to try to know something deeper
to want to try to know
something deeper

but still, something about you
there is
that is why
is this poem done

however, if you are able
there is a chance to see
how bad this poem really is
written in one minute
like you
history will swallow it
as nothing
as a useless, silly
nothing
Maybe there is a grammar/meaning mistakes in my poems as English is my second language. Glad if you'll warn me. Thank you.
Chelsea May 19
After everything
It's so anti-climactic
I could ******* scream
Jessica May 17
You think you're in love
With a man
And it feels insatiable
I regret to inform you
That his black hole
narcissism makes him incapable
Of returning your affection
If I were you, I would toss away the roses
The words
And the promises
And find someone tender
That can feel your silken hands
And lovely face
As something truly embraceable
Don't let them be used as a stepping stool
For a heartless fool on his climb
To disgrace.
Lara May 14
13
Friday, the 13th.
-
Something bad is going to happen.

13 is an unlucky number.

But is it?

Can a number be unlucky?

Can something that is getting used in the world be unlucky?

13 is just a number.

A number that can mark a day, be something special for some persons.

But for me it is a lucky number.

No one can define what makes something lucky or unlucky.

Everybody decided for themselves what is supposed to be good for them.

Luck can not be predicted.

It just happens.

Luck is unlucky.
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