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at crossroads I was, unable to choose
where I would go, and what I could lose
the clock was ticking, the other cars waiting
in the middle I stood, debating, debating ~
the decision to make, what path to take
what would I lose, when so much was at stake?
completely different paths, different journeys, different outcomes. what would you choose?
Marisa Hope Aug 2022
can we stay this way forever? or we do have to fall apart?

is it you, is it me, did you find somebody better? or can we go back to the start?

i wanna know if its real. how can i know what you’re thinking if you don't talk to me?

have you found someone else? is it time for me to move on too? cause you say we're meant to be.

i’m so lost in my feelings now. like drake in my feelings now. cant push you aside even though you say you just wanna be friends.

i don't know if i just wanna be friends with you. it's inevitable it's undeniable the feelings we have.

i feel it too, do you?
Tyler Jul 2022
Knowing what we know
Hidden glances noticed still
Lying to ourselves
Jeremiah Mhlongo Jul 2022
GAB
I fell for her smoothly,
Now this bruises,
Can't be bottled,
Maybe the bottom,
The last drop will,
You can't love and be sober,
Cupid shot the wrong way,
To my heart into stitches,
How much a crave a drink,
Multiple shots to mend,
How now I drown in pain,
Love, love can't ******* a man,
It's beauty too dies like a flower,
I deeply wanted to believe, now I cower.
Sometimes a bottle of ***** is what one needs to forget about loves pain, but then when you at rehab it's whatever
Glenn Currier Jul 2022
I’m wrapped in a netherworld
between fear and urgent turmoil
a shady region of late twilight
on the edge of dreadful night
what to do with the light.

Like the nightingale whose song
brings pausing, sadness, and hope,
blinking in a landscape of plains and *****
sadness of a creative life’s ending
a blending of sand and the hand of God.

My gut clinched in a tempest
rowing unknowing for shining sky.
Michael Ryan Jun 2022
I think what makes me the most sad is the world doesn't care how good of a person you are.

You can shake hands with all the people who are homeless named Mic, who fondly remember Mel Brooks movies, and you'll still find yourself left behind just like them.

Complimenting women's nails for their sense of style or telling the cashier at the dvd store that his up-sell is really good and it nearly got you with their sense of flow.

You never take their offer of coupons as what's the point on collecting relics of a time we've all already left.

Strong, sturdy, and silent is what the past is made out of, as there is nothing left to break the illusion of today.

Sturdy for no one has found a way to bring all their passion home.

Time can only stand still, and all we can do is move on.

A kindness forgotten: soft words and thoughtful intentions are what make me the most sad.
My Dear Poet Jun 2022
Because you’re upside down
in my mind
You may as well change the light
Or keep us blind
As we sit here in my head
all night
Emm Jun 2022
There's an ache deep within my heart
An itch that cannot be scratched
Perhaps, a space that cannot be filled in
Currently occupied with anger, confusion, and pain

Nor am I clear on what I'm looking for
But every now and then, the tears do pour in a stupor
...

Is this loneliness?...
But I'm happy alone,
Always been,
happy on my own...
Is this ungratefulness?...
But what is it that is my happiness?...

...

No invitations have been yet sent
It will remain a vacant room, no one to rent
For now and a little bit longer,
... I know,... for sure..
For sure...

As bitter as it is bitter,
let's somehow keep looking for... the better...

The better...
The... better...
?
...
My Dear Poet May 2022
I’m hopping along a road
that trips me over
I’m climbing up a tree
that pulls me down
I’m far across a field
that draws me closer
and still nearer
to not being found
Apollo May 2022
I lay in my room
It's 11, the time when I normally go to bed
Staring at the ceiling and thinking of them
of our late night conversations
bonding through those deep things that we somehow share
trusting each other more than almost anyone else
I think of them with fondness and compassion
With love and adoration
I wish that I could tell them just exactly how I feel how much they mean but I feel as if I did they would leave
or be uncomfortable
and I look at them and think that no they'd never leave never
But I still don't want to take that chance
So I smile on as they tell me about him
About how they feel and I am happy they've found someone who they feel about
Someone who gives them the same feelings that they give me
Someone who maybe, just maybe, cares and feels the same way about them
and I smile and feel so happy that they can have that feeling
Even if it means I must sit in silence
He makes me so happy, but I wish I could love him in a different way
I've had a crush on him now going on 5 or 6 years
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