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Miriam May 28
The best is yet to come
If you believe then you can become
Believe in yourself dream big and you can become who you want
jia May 21
i do believe you
when you told me about that lie
acted as if that was true
never will I ask why

i will believe you
even if i know its false
even if it'll make me blue
I'll believe it all

i still believed you
though you lied so many times
but in my eyes and view
these are not your crimes

i believe you
in every single way
like a fool, i do
My Dear Poet May 13
I wasn’t much of anything
until I heard you say my name
TG May 12
When you´ve never been the chosen one in younger years,
And you still aren´t the chosen one in adult years,
It feels like a lifelong grief
That´ll never end...
It can leave you traumatized. When you´ve never been chosen. You´ve always seen ohers taking the lead, being prioritized, while you never were the important one. This pain lays real deep and will never really go away. Failure after failure the you´ll feel more empty and believe more and more that you´ll never be the chosen one. But you know what, you can always chose yourself. What if the world didn´t see your beautiful soul, but you did. You matter, you are important and you are the chosen one. As long as you would pick yourself as the chosen one nothing else matters<3
jasmine wild May 7
you preach heaven
but surely not
because you did this
you left when you
promised you wouldn't
you always leave when you
promise you won't
what am i to believe then
once again i get burned
i stand but fall
holding onto the wall
it's ok i can
survive the heat
if i stop i die
help me
grab my arms and
pull me up
into the air
where it's gone
what scared me before
i long for now
i need to focus
too scared to leave the
small white room
it's safer than out there
i can't get caught
or i die
i burn once again
closer, before collapsing
rig Apr 20
pareidoliate me             all you want

                          but i don't believe in
                                              (              )
                                                          ­     (    )?
           _ __
Citizen Lost Apr 19
As I walk all alone,
Down empty somber streets,
I avoid all physical contact,
At  a distance of 6 feet,

The enemy is here,
The attack is taking place,
It doesn't spare anybody,
No culture, faith or race,

So many well known places,
Abandoned without a trace,
As they continue to track the virus,
This killer without a face,

It doesn't care about religion,
As it grows in strength,
And picks up the pace,
My thoughts are with all of the victims,

Those that have lost the chase,

Many souls have now been taken,
Such a tragic loss of life,
Their memories will forever live on,
Through their husbands & their wives,

Or through anyone who knew them,
Those who have had to say farewell,
  We shall still spread all their love and kindness,
In all of the stories that we tell,

It is now in every nation,
Nobody in life is really safe,
We all have in common,
So I ask us all to pray,

Let's pray that this will pass,
Please pray for people's health,
Let’s for strength & guidance,
Please pray that our world gets well.

We  will  survive.
I believe
I can be
What I want to be
So I stop
Indonesia, 13th April 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Prachi Apr 9
There is a girl, and she doesn't believe in the existence of god.

She once told her best-friend that if there is something like BIRTH and DEATH, then there can't be anything like heaven and hell. However, she uses both HEAVEN and HELL as metaphors in her poems for pointing at the good and the bad while
wondering what distinguishes a devil from an angel.

Once someone asked her- “Do you believe in the power of DESTINY?”.
She didn't answer the question and ended up writing a whole essay on the value of HARD WORK while reflecting upon the lives of many who are working hard since ages without any fruition.

One day her grandfather told her that she should have at least some amount of FAITH in her life, even if she doesn't BELIEVE in worshiping any sculptures or images. She told him that the only thing she believes in is his selfless love for her.

She has a closet,
and it's full of secrets and MYSTERIES,
the secret letters of pain and grief, of existential crisis and restless nights.
They were written to someone named as GOD by her ten-year-old self.

Every night she joins her hands and closes her eyes to make a wish and PRAY for the well-being of
the boy who claims to be in love with her.
And every morning when I wake up to look at her face in the mirror, all I could see in front of my eyes is a portrait of an ATHEIST in love.

Black and white
Night and day
It's gonna be fine they say
I start to believe their lies
Thinking I'll be okay
And in a way
To my very surprise
They are not lies anymore
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