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Bibiana Alvarez Sep 2020
No matter how hard you try
People Will always lie
They say you can't do this you can't do that
Some days you're so mad
You try to paint the perfect picture
But you always end up injured
You try to create the perfect smile
You always go that extra mile
They throw it on the ground
You never make a sound
You try to be creative
They'll never believe you'll make it
To be creative
You gotta be a native
So they say with a crown upon their head
They want you dead
You will rise
You will shine
You will be fine
Just give it time
You're worth more than a dime
You will create the heavens
You will teach them all lessons
Mark Wanless Sep 2020
there are no exits
but the ones we do create
this here is just now
Alicia Moore Aug 2020
to know time,
is to know
the value of life.

to understand time,
is to understand
the meaning of 42
without a visit to the afterlife.
to create time,
is to create
complexity in existing chaos—
not the organisation one hoped for
while watching the sun at peace.
And now it's over
The hours count down
No more water
No more home
No more free
No more crown

Just a desk and some work
Just a phone and a girl
Just a sunset sad boy
Loving the world

Or hating
Hate the people
Hate emotions
Hate the power
That the feeling he's knowing
Is the encroaching by the hour

It's surreal enough to laugh
And it's absurd that he might cry
And the sunset summer kid goes to wipe away his eye

His girl, his work, and his hope.
Begins now.
So do.
Or die.
He's going to try
He's gone without
For a year now

There is no die
There is no doubt
It's hard not to see how,

He won't succeed
His confidence agreed
So he wants to ask
Her hand in love

A safety pin hangs
In his closet
An ungiven gift
Waiting for the night
That lovely night
When he knows
That he'll love again.
Heavy head
Heavy heart
I did the thing
I said I'd do from the start

I didn't chicken out
I committed
I breathed

I breathed in relief
For now I know I can
I'm free because I don't care
It's a liberating feeling
To prove it

I breath in
The stench of confidence
Of sleepy gratitude
That I did it

I tried
I succeeded
And I'll do it again.
With a friend
Or two
He makes a last stand

A last word
On a fleeting land

Tell him it's over
He'll hold on tighter
So he's grasping the air
Is that a lighter?

The final stand
Of numb dejection
Well guess what
He succumbs

The story goes on.
Who does he look to
With a sense of safety
Her and her words
Because she feels like quiet

Like sinking
In a good way

Like Icarus
In that one picture

She makes him feel
Like the sun
Like the deep

She is the blue
And the red
And she makes him
Feel better

But he worries
If she can make him
Feel better
She might leave
Then what will he feel?
However there is an awful interjection
Specially or required re-inspection
He has to leave The Room
His room
And he breaks
Attacks riddle a weaker boy
And he thinks fondly of summers prior

He recalls a world free of those anxieties
Could you imagine?
He thinks of this now with a sense,
Of crippling disassociation

****
The feeling is fading
He doesn't want that feeling to fade
That would mean admitting defeat
That would mean it never really mattered
Did it matter?
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