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Luna Sep 2020
Try
Grief stricken
quickly quickened
when I realize you
watching me
from where ever you are,
I still hurt
no word,
no thought,
no reason why,
but I've realized
that
in my eye
I have given
all I could
to try.
my love will never fade,
but
I can still move forward.
SOMETHOUGHTS Aug 2020
I’m always leaving, but I never have anywhere to go.

                                    ~Courtney Summers
aviisevil Aug 2020
demons and ghosts
and things

i cannot compare

frolic in these ruins
made of despair

many a moons have
come and gone

since the sun's
disappeared

and i still look
for you,

everywhere.
I hope it's not my last poem here, but I'm contemplating -- perhaps I'll never write again, perhaps I will, I hope I do. take care for now.. i spent an awesome time here reading wonderful poems, thank you. goodbye.
romy Jul 2020
if I die, would you come to my funeral?
Anshika Jain Jul 2020
Yet , it look so beautiful
but making me ugly inside.
The bridges created by us
were unsurely doubting us
lacking the sense of being loved
we ended up being stifling
beneath our own bridges.
It's basically about the choked friendship or relationship in which we get to personal and possesive , thereby leading to hurt each other by buliding those bridges .
tatianah Jul 2020
It’s happening
This is it.
This is where it all changes.
This is the part I was dreading.
I’m sorry for all of it you know.
I don’t think I’ve said that enough.
You are a really important part of my life
I’m happy we met.
You helped me forget about the bad times and embrace the good ones.
I know I’ve said this as a joke here and there but I love you
and thank you.
May our memories never fade and we love like there’s no tomorrow...
.Goodbye.
Shiv Pratap Pal Jun 2020
East or the west, Computer is Waste
Surrounded by mouse, Having no Taste

Operator is a fool, Is never ever Cool
Always in haste, Does Cut and Paste

Encounters error in memory, Shooks his Head
Filled with terror, Shakes his Neck

Restarts his computer, But in Vain
The computer Reports – 'Disk Boot Failure'

The operator restarts, again and again
But no more gains, only pain and pain

Hits the CPU with his Boots
But still the computer fails to Boot

Kicks the Monitor with his Boots
The Monitor Screen gets shattered

The operator gets an electric shock
Utters 'Good Bye World'

Long live the computer, In the Future
To send peoples to the lovely Heaven

Free of Cost – Free of Cost

By the way, If anyone finds himself in the Hell
Then just blame His Highness Great Charles Babbage
Just for a laugh
I wrote this unpublished poem  15 years ago in 2005. Today found this in old diary and published here.
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