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Alistair Jun 4
๐‘ฐ'๐’Ž ๐’•๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐’๐’‡ eฬถvฬถeฬถrฬถyฬถtฬถhฬถiฬถnฬถgฬถ.
๐‘ช๐’‚๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’•๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚๐’‘?
๐‘จ ๐“…โ„ฏ๐’ถ๐’ธโ„ฏ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐’๐’๐’†?
๐‘พ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’†๐’๐’… แด€สŸสŸ แดส แด€ษขแดษดส ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’•'๐’” ๐’๐’†๐’‡๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†?

๐‘บ๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’“๐’š แŒ แˆƒแŠแ‰ฟแˆจแ‰ป ๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’…?
๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’“๐’š ๐Ÿ…œ๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…จ๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…ข๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…”๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…›๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…•๏ธŽ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’‡ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’๐’“๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•?
๐‘ฐ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐Ÿ…ด๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…ฝ๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…ณ๏ธŽ ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’,
๐‘ฌ๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’Ž๐’š ๊ช‘๐“ฒ๐˜ด๊ซ€๐˜ณ๊ช— ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฐ'๐’—๐’† ๐’Œ๐’†๐’‘๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’”๐’ ๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ.

๐‘ณ๐’๐’๐’Œ ๐’‰๐’๐’˜ bฬธrฬธoฬธkฬธeฬธnฬธ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž,
๐‘บ๐’‰๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๊Žญ๊€ค๊’’๊’’๊€ค๊‚ฆ๊ˆค๊Œš ๊ชฎแ ป ๐Ÿ„ฟ๐Ÿ„ธ๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ„ฒ๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ…‚ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’.
fฬถrฬถuฬถsฬถtฬถrฬถaฬถtฬถeฬถdฬถ, ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’”
๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† แต‰หฃแต–แต‰แถœแต—แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟหข ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡.

โ’พ๏ธŽ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’“๐’ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’š sสษlษŸ,
๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“…๐“…๐“Ž ๐’๐’๐’“ ๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’†๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’…๐’†๐’๐’•.
๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† nฬธoฬธ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’…๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’‚๐’–๐’”๐’†,
๐•ด แตƒแต ษ fฬธaฬธiฬธlฬธuฬธrฬธeฬธ.
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IC May 5
Lusteloos, liever dan pijn
*** zou het morgen zijn

Kijkend door het raam
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Wetende dat er iets moet veranderen
maar bang om terug te vallen

Te bang om iets nieuws te ondernemen
Te gewend aan de leegte

Iets nieuws, avontuurlijks, positiefs

     met kriebels van hoop
     en de klim naar het licht
     die doorhakken de knoop
     en bieden nieuw zicht

lijkt nooit definitief
Lilac Apr 22
Dissapointments
break you
And then mold you together
all over again
So that next time
You'll be so much stronger
That you wont even feel the pain

                 โ€ข โ€ข โ€ข
To the once blooming violet, is it true?
Will she succumb her petals to the burden of time?
Will I be witness to the ripples of this crime?
Is the storm to drown her in skies darkened blue?

Why is the savior the one to endanger?
Why is the heartsease the one heartbreaker?
Why is the kind spirit the true soul shaker?
Why is my best friend to become a stranger?

How can she lose against the clutches of temptation?
When was the divine cursed with humanity?
How could the listener speak with inanity?
When was our friendship twisted into damnation?

Will an invasive **** be victorious in his heist?
Is the **** to convince her of his illusive might?
Is he ******* her salve, to my abysmal fright?
Will I rot of envy from the disgraceful tryst?

Why is lifeโ€™s story a destiny written in stone?
Why canโ€™t I change the demise plagued within?
Why should her scent become my eternal toxin?
Why shall it degrade me from my flesh โ€˜til my bone?

How was I yearning for the bliss of her design?
When was I seeded with this addiction?
How was it dreamt into endless affliction?
When did Violet and Lost Girl begin to intertwine?

Epilogue:
And did the lost girl tiptoed through the darkened fields?
Was her in search of the warmth of the sunโ€™s yield?
Did she reach the water? Was it her escape?
Was a giant lily in the wait?
Was it a doomed attempt? No heat, no win?
Were her burdens too heavy? Did she sink in?
And forever bound, was this betrayal to restrain her way?
Or was it a promise of the past to save her day?
A poem made of questions...and an epilogue? Well, I tried something a little bit different here. The questions mark my confusion as to how someone I once called a friend began ignoring me and decided to abandon me after she began dating another person. I saw a change in her personality that made me crackle with abashment. It felt like she had never been candid with me. Still, as the epilogue shows, I sensed a glimmer of hope, and when I gave her this poem, we were finally able to talk about our relationship.
Maria Hernandez Sep 2020
"As long as I
don't lose you
I am ok"

Those words will forever
be embedded in my brain,
because you still left me
what a shame.
Sergio Gonzalez Aug 2020
With every step thereโ€™s pain
With every stumble thereโ€™s disappointment
The day may beat down on us
As the moon and sun dance around
Controlling the world from up above  
And there will be days
When your strength might be gone

But with every step thereโ€™s hope
And with every stumble we build the courage
To be something more than we ever hoped
As the Earth and the planets
Circle around the celestial galaxies
We should count ourselves so lucky
As least we were here to see it
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2020
I'm tired of impressing people, or trying to I mean.
But once I win someone over, I'm bored of them
Sky Oct 2019
I was so sad
But now I'm mad
There's nothing that can change that,
This time last year
I held you near
And now I'm staying clear,
Too near, too close
Everytime we touched I froze
By the end of that we lost our clothes,
There was no promise of your heart
I got too close, forgot that part
We didn't want to be apart,
I told you how I felt one day,
You told me that you felt the same
From then it all went up in flame,
You held my face
I felt your grace
"You are enough" you told me,
Looked in my eyes
Kissed me so lightly
The world just stopped around me,
You could chose us
Since then you've hurt me more than once
The choice you made just showed your lies,
It's like I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time will need to pass
For us to be ok at last,
Don't think we'll be ok at all
You've added to my ******* hole
By chosing her to call your home.
Keiri Aug 2019
Everybody tells you from the moment you're born.
When you grow up, do what you're best at.
But honestly, I could've sworn.
That I never intended to be a brat.

Everybody tells you to keep your dreams real.
To not expect fairytales to be true.
So I always made it a big deal.
To push my dream and pull me through.

Everybody tells you to live your dream.
The bodies I walked over.
Even though I heard them scream.
I closed my ears, I wasn't sober.

Everybody tells you to believe in what you can do.
But what fruits could I ever bring?
What have I ever done for you?
All I could ever be is dissapointing.
I am only a dissapointment :/
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