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Bob Apr 2020
It hurts to be in
This position.

Tossed aside
But I know you
Have your reasons
And I know you've made your decision

But.

Just know.

That.

when you call
I'll run back to you
I'd go through hell
To give you paradise
I'd feel all pain
Just to see you smile again

When you change your mind
You'll know
I'll be here
To find
Us again.
Inspired by a song: Old Money by Lana del Rey.
Ella James Apr 2020
Dead grass comes to life

Flowers bloom in the garden

Due stains the window
Sammy Fowler Apr 2020
NEVER EVER THINK OF IT
I'M WITH YOU FOREVER
NEVER THINK OF THE COMING FUTURE
LIVE IN THE PRESENT
I'M YOUR PRESENT
WILL BE YOUR FUTURE TOO
It's my best friend's poem for me but he made it our's I don't know what's up with that guy...Mr.Seth guys!
Azariah Apr 2020
Dating you always seemed like we were holding hands at first.
Tightly gripped and firm.
Then you started to loosen your grip and I held mine in place.
Still tightly gripped and firm.
Over time...your hand started slipping from mine and I still held on.
Until that night...when you finally yanked your hand away from mine.

Now I hold my own hand...in a fist.
Tightly gripped and firm.

Waiting to punch you in the throat.
The open way is coming
Try to tie
Your love with your family
Call your parents
Ask in truly

Phone your sons
Greeting your daughters
Make a beautiful kiss
Flaying over clouds
Chattering the fear
Improving our tie

That is a way
In addition to obey
Our Gods who can forgive
The faults and can give
Happiness clouds that will save
Our plants of life
the love and makes good tie will overlap any harm.love and tie with your family
George Krokos Mar 2020
The days are coming
that will be daunting for all
hopelessness beckons.
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Inspired by events happening around the world these days.
Thomas Harvey Mar 2020
I met a man the other day
He was homeless, wore down, and his head full of gray
I asked his story, he responded saying there's no sob here
just a life of brokenness pain and sorrow
He said " Son I've crossed the world n back, killed men for a better tomorrow. But behind all that is where I hid way beneath my flask. My daddy fought in the world war and I in 1967, fought my way to sergeant of platoon Echo Gulf Eleven. I was there the day Kennedy died and yes many of us did indeed cry. War damages us, breaks and tears your soul, it's not till you're back home you realize the real fight is here. Brother's and sisters fighting in the streets, I would rather spend my time here then laying in cozy sheets".
It's been 5 years since that day, since then I gave the man a place to stay, he found his purpose again. Today he inspires change, he speaks to the younger kids stressing the importance of the future. The world is small and crazy one little step and your whole life can be wrecked and one inspired generation left is enough to become the next president.
Megitta Ignacia Mar 2020
Diamku itu
sebentuk kedewasaan
hasil tempaan semesta

Pura-pura rabunku itu
sebentuk kedewasaan
bisikan suruhan semesta

Jarak tubuhku yang sengaja kujauhkan itu
sebentuk kedewasaan
kesadaran yang ditumbuhkan semesta

Mungkin bumi terlalu banyak diputari bulan
mungkin juga ini jawaban doamu
sampai akhirnya membawaku padamu lagi
aku bisa saja menghampiri & menhakimimu
atau memuntahkan segala rasa & pikiran saat itu

Kedewasaanku itu
bukan hanya cerdiknya lidah bertutur manis
kau saksikan sendiri matangku

Memang masih sedikit perih
hantu kenangan buruk yang terpanggil dadakan

Kedewasaanku itu
adalah sebentuk ikhlas
adalah bentuk penepatan janjiku
bahwa tidak akan kuganggu dirimu
Kau tahu tidak?
290220 | 18:53 PM, JIEexpo Kemayoran Jakarta, panggung mld spot. God is strategic. Di tengah kesibukan di bali, tiba2 pgn pulang ke bandung & tp krn gaada flight yg cocok di kertajati dipaksa turun di jkt kebetulan keluarga memang mau ke javajazz dr bdg jadi bisa ikut pulang. Sm sekali at all ga pengen ikut kmn2 cm mau di hotel, atau mau berkelana sendiri main ke mblock & museum macan. Taunya akhirnya tetep ikut, trs di dalam gw & bokap kepisah sm nyokap & adik. Gw udah cape nyusurin booths, jadilah nonton faris rm padahal bokap males tp gw paksa tanpa ada ekspektasi apapun, toh udah bbrp x jg nonton faris di bali, tp namanya cukup familiar. Abis maksa bokap buat duduk sila di karpet, dia point out agak teriak gitu ke gw kalau ada muka familiar, trs gw memang sama sekali ga peduli, ga ngecek & anggep dia delusi krn lg gelap juga lightingnya. Pegangan gw adalah bener/ga bener pun, chapter buku yg memang udah selesaiya udah ditutup dan udh gw buang ke kolong pikiran, udh ikhlas ga berasa apa2 juga, masa pedihnya udah cukup berlalu hampir setaun yg ilang memang udah gw anggap mati sekalian. Abis nonton, keluar mau makan smbil menenangkan panic attack krn tetep ketriggered, sambil nelpon kesayangan di pulau sebelah, ada figur yg cukup familiar bulak balik dpn gw. Tapi yasud memang gw anggap dia hanya hantu seliweran. Ya gitu, semarah apapun, gw udah naik kelas, ga perlu ada yg dijelaskan kalau dari sisi gw, toh udah gw perjuangin sampai titik penghabisan pun malah dulu dilemparin kata-kata menusuk hati & minta dirinya ga diganggu. Mungkin dari sisi hatinya beliau yg belum damai mangkanya bulak balik mondar mandir kaya setrikaan. I saw you, I froze a little, tp memang kini sudah bukan pada tempatnya lagi, I'm happy & in love with A. You're a closed book E, I still care but what I'm capable is to pray & wishes you all the best from a far.  Sejujurnya, ga ngerti kenapa semesta bikjn ada plot twist kejutan ini, tp gw percaya rencana Tuhan ya yg terbaik.
Patterson Feb 2020
I am still me.

Still me.

I want to shout it from the highest places, just so that you can hear it and understand. Hear it and believe it. Hear it and trust me.

Still me.

Because that girl who dug around your garden and nearly ate night shade berries still exists. The one who crawled around on the carpets, playing with toy cars, she's still here. The child who sat cross-legged on the counter tops licking icing off her fingers is still alive.

She's still in here. Waiting for the day she sees the entire world. Pretending that she can fly even when the world has clipped her wings time and time again. Watching rain streak down the windows, admiring the ladies who traipse around in Victorian dresses when we watch those films you love.

She still awws at every sweet thing she stumbles across. And still hopes against all hope that she will live in an ancient forest. Who still adores Joan of Arc and loves to read poetry out loud.

Still me.

Still over watering plants because I have no idea when to stop giving.

Still up in the middle of the night dreaming.

Still singing.

Still here.

Still me.

That simple truth shouldn't change your opinion of me. Because it doesn't change who I am.
I came out to my mother in a bit of a reckless streak. Mostly because I didn't want to keep the girl I like a secret. And well, my mother wasn't very happy about it.
I still have to convince her that I'm still human. But now that she's had a week, it's starting to get better.
Nika Sandadze Jan 2020
leaves fall
Leaving the roots, the trunk, branches
Slow, delicate Journey
Towards the destination; their purpose
Some are here to stay
Some scatter away

Yellow leaves
Filling up with streaks of brown
Venom spreading through veins
They fall again

No more hint of color
No freshness
Until there’s nothing left but
Brown rust and stiffness

Leaves they fall
Returning to the roots
Using leaves as analogy to life, death and aging in between.  Everything starts at the roots and returns to the roots again
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