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Skyler H Oct 18
For one last time, the sun sets on the stacks of notes, dreams and piles of unfinished business
And one last time we'll put down what we're asked on a lonely piece of paper
For after that we all change and we stop the old habits forever

As we walk through the memories, faded behind glass
It takes just a moment to go back now, but soon we'll forget
And all we'll know is how it made us feel, the euphoria within

What I'm trying to say is,

Would you stop to thank yourself?
If i took your hand and brought you here.
To see how far you've come and what you've done
Would it blossom in your heart, like it does in mine?

To hope is to forgive, and to let go is to learn
And to be hurt and to be picked up again is to stand up for ourselves
One last time before the Sun sets
Would you take my hand and reminisce in what will become the foggy past?

And we're a bit far apart in minds and hearts
But this one room seems to blend us into one
To remind us of the flesh and bone we all share
And the pain that we bear, all together still
That we'll soon have to take back, heavier than we gave it away

What I'm trying to say is,

Would you stop to smile for a moment
If i took your hand and brought you here
To feel the uncertain envelop us silently
Would you do it, but even if you turn away
If i could tell you one thing: don't let this be crushed to dust,
Don't forget the last of us.
A poem for future graduates. I'm proud of you.
Leocardo Reis Oct 12
I am stuck in limbo
awaiting tragedy,
as a leaf awaits a gust
to tear it free from its branch.

I am shrouded in stillness;
a blissful peace.
I will look back on these days and think
"I did not know what I had"

Not far from now,
life will twist into a cascade
of irreversible losses.
I can feel it stirring,
an everlasting sorrow,
like the wind kicking leaves at my feet.

I will change forever.
Yesterdays leaf
springs lithe and green,
of promise fine and fair,
todays is dry and parched and brown
its lifeblood fled elsewhere,
a cracked and fragile brittle thing
where hope no longer flowers,
how could this be,
how came you change,
full cursed by bitter hours
Sometimes life is really tough
MetaVerse Oct 12
The changing seasons are not more changefull
Then my mistresse; neither more vengefull
Is the wooing autumn wind that sedvceth
A singing mood afore it blasteth
With bitter colde, angry and disdainfull.
Her scorne is lyke a scorpion stinge painfull
In my sad heart wich bleedeth for banefull
Her who presently nowe observeth
          The changing seasons.
Her cruell scorne capricious entiseth
My heart to dispaire; itt dispaireth
Dailye and dieth from disese carefull.
Her scorne doth make my harte most woefull,
And so my smartyng heart despiseth
          The changing seasons.
Life is changing at an incredible speed
And I fear whether I have what I need
To change with it,

I feel overwhelmed and still try to keep faith
And I'm not yet certain if I am building a grave
Or a new home for myself

And I guess time will tell,
I'll try to say farewell
To the past as well.

_M.
An old telephone
hangs unused on the wall
What voices it heard
as people made their calls
fade into the ether
scattered electrons all

Dashes to dashes
dots to dots
All those things once said
now forever lost
But if you see
The vast and open world,
The “unfixable” situations
About wildlife
And people of all sorts,
For what it is
You’ll find that no force
nor decision from a court,
could sustain a balance
Pt. 2
Our instinct in life
Is to have
A commodity we may rely on
for as long as we need it
A proper way to do things
That for years could be repeated
rhenee rose Oct 3
Following two decades time
A human transforms
Into an exploding cosmos
In the desolate void

Floating away
Flickering light
Questions of purpose
In the haze of dismay

Fear not of this barren
Let it fuel the flame
Move further and farther
In the deepest of abyss

For the cosmos within
Will unfold and evolve
The lessons as your light
In the dark, cold rise

Remember these words
As you travel through space
You are bizarrely infinite
A celestial design
A poem about how being in your 20s feels like a celestial phenomena.
rhenee rose Oct 3
I daydream of yesterday, its people and memories
Seasons used to be great, filled with no worries
Others embraced me as I am, the life of the parties
I get what I want, ask no apologies

Cracks suddenly appeared, leaving me lost in agony
Had to leave that world, jumped from country to country
Everyone questioned, spun their own theories
Watched it all crumbled down, what I built for centuries

Yet I am constrained, amid the vast possibilities
Still trying to look back, bygone fantasies
I have yet to let go, the pieces and uncertainties
A new galaxy awaits, filled with boundless opportunities
A poem that explores the essence of nostalgia in the wake of change.
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