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Druzzayne Rika Nov 2017
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Even if I want to speak truth,
I don't think I can
I don't know if I know the truth
do you? really?

Maybe truth reside somewhere far
I know what I thought about,
what I perceived truth
can be true, may be not?

I'm never entirely sure,
what I have as truth is true
or what is the colour of raw truth.
......?
maybe that I'm clueless is the truth?

kyle Shirley Nov 2017
She is the weather.
Ever changing my mood
Happy as a sunny day
To a vicious cycle of rain
I'm clueless what to expect
She is fun when we play
other days
she rips through carelessly.
I steer clear and watch her destroy.
She is the weather.
You can always count on the weather to be..
*Weather.
Skylar Keith Oct 2017
What does it mean
to be better
First I smiled
then I sighed
Back then I asked myself
Does better feel like what I feel now?

Numb

The answer is no
I fell back into old ways
Wanting to get better
I had nothing to aim for
Still as clueless as before about what is meant

I look in the mirror
and laugh
Still clueless

Have I gotten better?
No
I've gotten worse

Now
I'm more clueless
Do I want to get better?

Good question
Seema Aug 2017
The pretentious lobby
Of my arrogant mind
Makes ego my hobby
Stubborn and unkind

I am like a dead field
Where nothing grows
Inside my own shield
Listening to the passby crows

My vision is strong
Yet, I am blind
My wrong becomes my wrong
I have a clueless mind

No smile, only frowns
And fumes of anger rise
From within that drowns
My eyes emotionless cries

I am trying to build
A cheerful being as I was
Before negativity filled
My bloodstreams as a cause

Hence, I am stray and alone
Trying to polish myself again
To shine tho am hard as a stone
Neglecting all my unfelt pain...

©sim
Mays Benatti Jul 2017
Words can be described,
But when they’re felt, they become magic.
If I felt sunshine, would it be magic—
Or have I just described another word without knowing?
This poem reflects on the balance between understanding and feeling. Words can describe so much, but their real power comes when they evoke emotion—when they feel like magic. I used “sunshine” as an example to question whether the experience of something so simple is inherently magical, or if it’s just another word we assign meaning to without fully grasping its essence.

It’s a reflection on how language often falls short in capturing the depth of human emotion, leaving us to wonder if true meaning lies in the words we use or in the feelings they inspire.
Àŧùl Jul 2017
There's not even a straw of hope,
How to be optimistic puzzles me.
I won't ever have any of the dope,
How to escape what bothers me.
I don't have any moral support,
I'll stop being whitlessly witless.
For that I need some more love.
My HP Poem #1617
©Atul Kaushal
cait-cait Jun 2017
crystalline eyes ,
in the sun , watch as boys
laugh
at little girls.

transparent
over layers :
hidden by tears , that were
taken
by other devils,

teeth got locked on to
empty shells as
she smiled ,
sweaty
(while he)
took bites
from her kindness given
out of fear

and
punching heat,
they bare teeth at
one another
in haunting calls,
and

i'd hope you know -
that i'm not dumb or
blind
just clueless.
my creativity is shot and i had a terrible experience with a boy. he's serverly fuckd me up and i doubt ill be the same. not a great poem but
They tell you that when you know, you know.
I don't know how I know when I know.
I still don't know.
You think you know me,
Who I am,
What I do.

You're as clueless as it gets,
Sorry about the rest.
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