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White Shadow Sep 2020
There's this person now
But after a moment something happens,
And he's gone
I mean gone for always, he's dead.
It sounds and feels so strange,
It takes more than nine months to get a life, to be born
But it just takes moments to be gone forever.
We're here together now
Talking to each other, doing our own stuffs
But who knows for how long we're here
May be I'll be gone after a few moments,
Or you'll be gone
It sounds so simple yet it's so complicated

We humans for this unpredictable life,
Try to make things better every moment,
Try to please people around us,
Try to make our loved ones happy,
Try to be happy in our loved ones happiness
And in all this we're lost
We lose ourselves, our self-respect, our self-esteem
More importantly we forget to love ourselves

But why all these?
Why all these things if we all have to be gone,
It's just a matter of time when one person,
That is present now will be gone once and for all.

So let's just not complicate this life more.
Let's just live and enjoy the present to it's fullest.
Neither let your past drag you down nor your future
Just be in the present moment and try to live in it
Love yourself more than anything else
Take care of yourself
That's needed most because at the end of the day
The bitter truth is you were born alone and will die alone
It'll just be the moments and memories of your life that you'll take with you.
My own life experience
dlfleurival Aug 2020
8/24/20

I apologize to you without knowing my fault
Without the sense of you not wanting me to respond
I’m careless, persistent & overbearing
Because I decided to act impulsively on my feelings
It hurts
It hurts to know I’m not what you want
I’m not
You are everything I want
I didn’t know you weren’t ready to talk
I know too well what that means
You’re moving on without me
I won’t disturb you
Or try to touch your happiness anymore
I’ll vanish beautifully as you wish
Contacted them today. I was the last person they wanted to hear from.
Storm Aug 2020
i met the right person
at the wrong time
Its hard given all the circumstances. But this wont stop us from fighting
Dark n Beautiful Jul 2020
What is freedom, to breathe, to talk, and to travel?
Oh how we took for granted those past years:

What is freedom summer, here in America?
Where we can still purchase a bottle of cold coke cola for a dollar
But wouldn’t be able to sit on the stoop with friends
Just sipping, and chatting away.

Thinking of a time in history when

Freedom summer was a nonviolent effort by
civil rights activists to
integrate Mississippi's segregated
political, system during 1964.


A poet who knows her history is exceptional
Poets words can sometimes comes off as gossip column

What is freedom?

In 2020 without the interference of
Other countries, city or states…. or the faces of
heart breaking stories of missing persons….
Who took a stroll or jog through the wrong street
And end up in the news while they were
trespassing in Karen’s neighborhood

What is freedom:  not to be cage,
Not to be muffled and not to be Taser by the police:
What is freedom summer of 2020 in New York City.


Limited!
Complicated!
Freedom always come with a price
Niamh Collins Jul 2020
My fingertips face yours
Electricity
Magnets in space
Try so hard but never reach
Your eyes sink into me
I wish your hands would
And not let go.

My back to you
Feel your eyes
Your hands
Soft and calming
Then
Deep and prodding
Texturising my skin

Ghosts
Following our paths
Resisting touch
Avoiding touch
Long to embrace
Try to teach myself
To repel.
you have been
catching my vibe
since day one
a life without you
is like the earth
with no sun

I know
what we have
is real
by not knowing
what we want or feel
we kinda made it
a big deal

imagine a heart
built of doors
you’ve got a
special place there
it is safe
and only yours

you dive in deeper
with every stare
room by room,
square by square

the private suite
is where I find you
you made your way
all the way through

your loving words
fill the room
you make me smile,
make me bloom

and this space?
you fill it with grace

and while you
sing me your songs
and I listen
to your lyrics
I realise,
that you,
are forever
my dearest.

- gio, 25.05.2020
Aditya Roy May 2020
When you laugh
I laugh gladly
If you cry
I cry quite a bit
When you left me
I didn't know whether to
Laugh or cry
I am trying some simpler poems. For people struggling in complex times.
Amanda Pringle Apr 2020
FTW
I’m the unfinished poem
And you’re the deadline closing in way too soon.
This is not shaping up to be anyone’s best work.

You’re the chair with a faulty seat
And I’m the *** falling through.
Is it my fault for not checking first?

I’m the ambulance sirens wailing outside on your street,
But you’re the silence I need to concentrate.
How are you going to work with this?

You’re the hands typing away
And I’m the keyboard with a missing key.
Or maybe you’re missing a finger?

What about the deadline?
How is this going to work if you’re missing a finger?
Is this what’s making me the ***?

I might be the biggest obstacle you have,
And baby you’re not one for track and field.

Bring your best revision to the table,
I don’t think you’re saving this piece.

Whether this is a creative block or not,
You’re dealing with a failure to write.
saw you online again
wish it could be plain

I tried to escape the society we live in, promise
tried to show you I like you, be honest

I could send you a message
but don‘t won‘t to seem obsessive

I‘m afraid of being rejected
it’s so sad we disconnected

these days we have to be as cold as ice
semms like we don‘t even try to be nice

you have to keep yourself busy
to stay attractive
*******. how can I be interactive?

to show that you care means you’re weak
if you do, you’re going to be antique

nowadays true feelings are overrated
or maybe they’ve even been confiscated

- gio, 03.04.2020
Niamh Collins Mar 2020
your eyes trace my skin
count my freckles
reel me in

my breathing is heavy
the space between us is thin
kiss me already
either way, you win

i've tried to change my mind
practice what i preach
go back in time

when you think of me at night
wrapped up in your thoughts
hunt for me, lover
tell me what you find.
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