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the ******* version of me
always got the most things.
Melody May 19
Late afternoon. The world sleeps on,
cocooned in shale-green stillness β€”
a tremulous moment, solemn breaths
preceding your surrender to the flames

The air screams. Unforgiving smoke
and another force infiltrate the scene
only to amplify the horror of the last act
resounding in those of sound mind

Discard the impossible ideal, one last
scornful smile for the ones left here
your eyes fixed on the world to come
knowing you do not belong to either

We are foolhardy children of April
expelled into existence the same day
(with decades spanning between us)
I still mourn your silenced voice

I know you return to this place
when the night air is cool and sweet,
pace these eucalyptus groves barefoot
to perpetually seek all that we've lost
a sink with broken eggshells at the bottom
skin turning flush red from the inside goo
always making you itch
because everything is so nervous
if it wasn't there would be no purpose
no jackknifing or tossing
no thrashing or abrasive arm wrestling
to feel a stillness inside your stomach
like an eye of a storm
patiently smug
becauseΒ Β the turbulence is never
only around

the debris will never hit your cornea
no splintered pupil
always wanna be tender
but I think brave is best
Tangerine May 2
π“‚π‘’π“ˆπ“ˆπ’Άπ‘”π‘’π“ˆ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“‚π‘œπ“‡π“ƒπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
…𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 π“…π’Άπ“ˆπ“ˆπ‘’π“ˆ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝐼 π“ˆπ’Ύπ‘”π’½
π“‰π‘’π’Άπ“‡π“ˆ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“ˆπ“‚π’Ύπ“π‘’π“ˆ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’·π’Ύπ“‰π“‰π‘’π“‡π“ˆπ“Œπ‘’π‘’π“‰ -π“π’Ύπ‘’π“ˆ?-
𝐼 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 π“‚π“Žπ“ˆπ‘’π“π’» 𝒾𝓉 π’Ύπ“ˆ... 𝒾𝓉 π’Ύπ“ˆ π“Œπ‘œπ“‡π“‰π’½π“Œπ’½π’Ύπ“π‘’.
Grace Apr 19
That day quarantine started
We were supposed to meet

Instead it’s been a month
Since we’ve seen each other again

The question is...
Do you care?
The answer? Probably not.
I’ve been searching for my life’s purpose for a couple of years and let me tell you this.
The only thing that I’ve discovered is that:
β€œThere are no lights, music and fireworks for us, buddy, in the land of self-development”

No lofty aspirations to be realized.
Nor shiny kick *** careers to be given attention to.

The only thing that exists is kind of pessimistic albeit genuine.
As far as I know, it is your only chance of doing anything.
β€œOnly the principle of minimum effort rules the underworld that’s lodged deep within our heads”
(The voice said)

Again the voice spoke. (This time with a much more demanding tone)
β€œDo the least you can do and do it well”
β€œFor there is no place for underachievers like you here in OUR domain”
My current view on the "concept" of "life purpose".
will19008 Apr 12
there were always goodbyes
and silence
more silence
but always more goodbyes

ended without an hello
just started
we began again
but always more goodbyes

ended in our reunions
maybe virtually
perhaps personally
but always more goodbyes

this time it's goodbye
that just couldβ€”
that just mightβ€”
that just mayβ€”
Zack Ripley Mar 22
For the first time,
I'm not sure what to say.
I can't tell you it will be okay
Because I don't fully believe it myself yet.
I can't tell you not to worry
Because we come from different worlds.
But they say it's times like these
You find out who your friends are.
So let me be clear.
For what it's worth,
You've got a friend in me.
Ruheen Mar 2
An average king
A young boy
Stare in the mirror
Like cracked toys

Think about
Their next days
Their demise
Their fates

One remembering
One wishing
Both waiting
For nothing

He grew up
Wished to be strong
He grows old
Wished to be young

He sees it coming
But he doesn't prepare
Why be ready
For an average death

One remembering
One wishing
Both waiting
For nothing

Nothing at all.
Dying only feels like falling asleep, when you die in your sleep. You can't prepare for that.
Elsie Plum Mar 2
It’s 9:00 exactly
I’m laying in bed
This haiku didn’t help much
9 pm
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