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N Pescador Feb 2020
just because your good-looking
doesn’t mean they’ll be good to you
some things or some bodies
are just nice to look at
but those same things
those same some bodies
could be the same ones
to destroy the joy of your heart

so be careful
N Pescador Feb 2020
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he texted you right?
claiming to miss you
claiming to care
even though he’s rarely there
those lies cause confusion
he chose himself
but you always choose him
a lack of love that kept you hurting
forcing yourself to fix something
that was never working

he texted you right?
only because he’s bored
*****, tired of the person
he left you for
claiming to love you
but that’s the same man
who left you to **** someone
ignore his messages
and he’ll text somebody
with the same old lines
the same old lies
the man doesn’t deserve your love
sweetheart, open your eyes
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N Pescador Feb 2020
it hurts because you cared
more than you should have
it hurts because your heart
is brave enough to love unconditionally

don't be afraid of the hurt
don’t run away from the pain

in the midst of chaos
you’ll cultivate the peace
after the distraction
you’ll rebuild yourself
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N Pescador Feb 2020
Who were you
before you decided
to let the world
dictate who you’d become

sure enough
you’ve always been beautiful
and yet you’ve struggled to see this
because society took your truth
then replace it with lies

i wish you knew
just how remarkable you are
i wish you knew
just how amazing you already were
before the world
told you who you should be
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Àŧùl Feb 2020
You have been here to live,
Although just for few hours.
With me, you'll break the dawn,
You'll here come to thrive.

I invite you to my schön world,
Here, you would much enjoy.

Beckoning you towards itself,
This beautiful world of words,
It would be a physical reality,
These words will make me rich.

You'll be the catalyst of my deeds,
Oh, c'mon help me.

I have lived and lived again,
No God helped me.
Only parents were here for me,
When I lay in the death bed.

Don't be discouraged,
Desist judging me.

My potential I don't know,
This terrible destiny dumped me,
I so wish to change the world,
Correcting the mistakes of God.

Loneliness imprisoned me back then,
'Twas before you appeared on my horizon.

I forgot what happiness feels like,
You reintroduced me to it recently.
Gratefulness is ripe in my heart,
Like the sweet fruit of eternity.

You are the transcript of joy,
So I dub thee Transcription.
Schön is German for "beautiful"
My HP Poem #1824
©Atul Kaushal
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
A night owl in the harvest moon
was awake till the crack of the dawn
but wasn’t surfing online, wasn’t rowing
the boat in the digital river.
Deep down to a dreamweaving scene
that was, in musing, painstakingly creative.

Wait till you snap up a witty aphorism.
The darling buds of May will be in bloom.
The tickled pink nightingale too will
give out its voice, singing a song.
Save a copy and tweet it to all,
but do give us a demo, tell us a bit more.
Where does it shine and sizzle?
Where did the winter tuck away the rose?
This is a poem from my book Zero and One available on Amazon.
Jaxey Aug 2019
I've tried to write
So many poems about you
But you're beauty is copyrighted
And I don't believe
In plagiarism
Sad poet
A Simillacrum Aug 2019
There was a bang at the door, but it wasn't the pizza.
Marcus revealed himself to a man standing a head taller, who was buttoned up in a well fitted suit.
"Mr. Williams?" the man asked.
Marcus shook his hand.
"Marcus. How can I help you?"
The man introduced himself as Daniel ***, a representative for Eris Save States, LLC.

     "Wow." Marcus stared down at this kitchen table.
Daniel gathered his papers, and bowed his head.
"I want to make it absolutely clear," Daniel said,
"You're under no obligation, whatsoever,
to take any action with this information.
I understand this may be overwhelming news."

     Only muddy images came to Marcus's mind. Her light brown hair. Her green eyes. Her umber skin. Out of touch, out of reach. Running from mom, running from school. A ghost, ghosted him, and that was that.
A Simillacrum Aug 2019
Why, is the superfluous one.
What, is unnecessary, too.
How & When & Where, then,
are inescapable.
     If you act on instinct,
how far will you go to self preserve?
When will you break?
Where will you turn?

Is it your self you'd extinguish,
or is it the other flames?
There can be only one,
but the prize is: death comes
down the path of least resistance
to take a multitude of shapes.

     As for my body,
nothing much to lose,
nothing left to save.

As for my body,
nothing much to lose,
nothing left to save.
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