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Robin MacCuish May 2019
you are the reason I sit and pause at brown eyes
make my stomach swoop when they look softly
gazing beyond the soul that inhabits my body
letting me rot in disappointment
for they are not your eyes
Vic May 2019
59 days of depression.
A poem every day.
A-E-B May 2019
I stand there
teeth rattling, head chattering
watching the world slide not so gently
from a place I didn't know to a clear ----
hi.
how are you.
doin fine.
the sky's awfully blue
Pyrrha Apr 2019
Some days are ephemeral
A short but sweet memory

Some are longer days
That carry me far away
And I simply drift

The days that are the longest
Are the ones that take me farthest

And I simply drift
Into the abyss of time
Chasms of nothing

The void of desolation
A veil torn to shreds by light

Till I find the path
That leads me back to myself
I will simply drift
A poem I wrote for my friends creative writing class cuz she was too lazy
uv Apr 2019
Those days when you were told
These are the best, better behold

Those days when you were told
Learn the best, make yourself unfold

Those days when you were told
You are the best, be strong and bold

Those days when you were told
Take your rest, shelter from hot and cold

Those days when you were told
Do not test, patience is gold

Those days when you were told
It is not a jest, you will grow old.
                                         -by uv_poetry
Sergio Gonzalez Apr 2019
Who knows when this world will stop
When the winds will change
And my heart will drop

I live this life knowing  
Only what I’ve learned
Whether good or bad

It’s days like these where I reflect
The light of the sun
And when darkness comes
I’ll fight tooth and nail
To see your shining hair
Brush upon mine

But for now
I’ll keep my selfish secrets
For no apparent reasons
Other than to remain an enigma
To your mellow heart

Sunday afternoon
With nothing to do
But fall in love
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