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sunrat 4d
With one foot in and one foot out the door
I'm always one to keep another waiting
Now the coffee's cold and I'm left contemplating
If anything at all's worth waiting for.

Why let this moment drown in expectation?
Now is not the time and we both know
to ask for any sort of explanation
is to ask for more than you or I would owe.

Half past one my foolish heart still races
every time the entry doorbell chimes
This city home to seven million faces
could disappoint me seven million times.
This is a loose translation of Mascha Kaléko's 1933 poem "Auf einem Café-Tisch gekritzelt" in the German.
Left To Rot May 5
Guess I'll just go and hide myself behind a letter,
such a simple way to sail through life.
Turn an F in to an M instead of telling
the whole truth I'm hiding from.
There was no way I lied to you,
you were the one who chose to ignore the truth.
Ah please understand
I didn't say what I wanted to say
Because I didn’t know
If it was the right thing to say

Now I know
And it’s too late

A photographer
Arriving past the golden hour
Loses the last ray of light and
Returns empty handed
I wish I had the courage to say it. But even if I did, would it have changed anything?
Left To Rot May 3
For a moment I did
what was expected from me.
For a few hours I was
what I was expected to be.
Then I went back to being me
I let everyone down and they left.
Beckie Davies Apr 24
I am tired of being your disgusting disappointment

I am never going to meet your expectations

I am removing myself from your claustrophobic shelf

I am choosing to escape to be another runaway

I will not dissapoint you again
i am sick of being your disgusting disappointment
Martin Boško Apr 23
Nothing where hope used to be
Just empty boxes whose contains were taken
And in the corner muttering guards with hands over their heads
Babbling nonsense about the forsaken times that are coming
Their minds were lost, they don’t know what they were guarding
Pandora’s jar is no longer the saving grace
For centuries, while her siblings, plague and evil roamed around the world
She was sitting inside, waiting for her time, to heal, to change the tides of ancient war
But she was stolen to be sold
By wicked men in masks made of compassion
The merchants with their silvery tongues that shamelessly disguised their lies as the gospel of the Lord
Who pried on fear and behind closed doors stoked the fires of misery
For ballots and votes soaked in blood of those they pretended to shield
Without hope, we do not have a levelled playing field
Now we see, how expensive were the mistakes of the past
That eroded the scales of truth and the palace of unspoken trust
Ursula Wolf Apr 20
My soul blossomed in your affectionate eyes,
And those spring lips wintered my mind.
We flew as glittering birds around the sun at night,
Then it was full moon, the wolf came,
And ripped out my heart.
Beckie Davies Apr 19
dear world,
you are so disappointing
you were meant to be full of candy and curiosity
instead,
you are full of **** and ridiculous excuses of romance  
you are full of debt and destruction,
cunning compromise
insidious lies
heartless cries
dear world,
you are so disappointing
or maybe i am no longer a naïve little girl
my letter to the world
Äŧül Apr 17
First was a demo.
Second was a desire.
Third was a demon.
Fourth was a disappointment.
Fifth was a liar.
Sixth was someone who lost me.
Seventh was a charlatan.
Eighth was a Succubus.
But nineth is a different Angel,
My Angel.
My HP Poem #1925
©Atul Kaushal
Ursula Wolf Apr 9
I see you in my dreams.
Not the same pictures,
You are different.
Like an angel,
You sent one.
I hear the truths,
You are talking to me.
I know you care,
You are not sure how.
I wake up,
We are the mystical connection.
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