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Zyxia Oct 2020
Hey, don't worry about me.
Everything's ok in my
Life is good and there's no
Possibility of anything bad happening

My poems and other hobbies make me happy
Everything's great, and you shouldn't worry, ok?
I didn't tell you this, but you should read the first letter of each line.
Sophia Jan 2019
The way you glow through my blinds in the morning
Makes me feel like you missed me.
Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed
Making me rub the sleepy from my eyes.

Are you asking me to come out and play?
Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day?
I look above. The sky is blue.
It's a secret, but I trust you too.

If it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever.
But i'm not mad.

I want breakfast.
this is a poem from the computer game Doki Doki Literature Club! if any of you out there has some kind of computer i recommend you play this game. If you do, plz tell me what you think of it!!! If you already did, tell me what you thought!!!
Essen Nov 2017
Four dots. Four lights
Each floating deep in an icy cavern
Each glints in time to an unknown beat

I see my breath, but I'm not cold
The crystals of water feel like rock,
or plastic

I feel warm here
Watching the four lights
Watching them glint as I speak to them
Looking to the back, at the fourth light

One light fades and goes out
The last light I looked at
The last light I made glint

It glinted fast, and went out

The other two glint
Still outshine the fourth
In the back, growing brighter

Another glints fast, pops away to black
The other just vanishes

Now I am alone with the last light
The brightest of all
And I see
It too was blinking

Faster than the light that faded too soon
Faster than the light that flared and then blew
Faster than the light than just ceased to be
It too was blinking

But I broke that light
And now in the dark
I see how cold it truly is
I played Doki Doki Literature Club recently. Yeah.
Whitney Oct 2017
Everyday I imagine a future where I can be with you
Some things truly are impossible
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
Happiness can't exist there

Some things truly are impossible
The ink flows into a dark puddle
Happiness can't exist there
Just move your hand, write your way into his heart!

The ink flows into a dark puddle
Like Quicksand, smothering me
Just move your hand, write your way into his heart
Maybe I can make it out

Like Quicksand, smothering me
But in this world of infinite choices
Maybe I can make it out
what will it take just to find that special day?

But in this world of infinite choices
One choice always results in more choices
What will it take just to find that special day?
When there are no more choices to make

One choice always results in more choices
Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?
When there are no more choices to make;
When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyways

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?
I don't want to let you guys down
When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyways
Nothing I do makes anything better

I don't want to let you guys down.
When I can't even read my own feelings
If I can't make anything better,
What good are words when a smile says it all?

When I can't even read my own feelings
I don't know what to do
What good are words when a smile says it all?
No one else here feels real

I don't know what to do
And if this world won't write me an ending
We're the only two who feel real
What will it take just for me to have it all?

And if this world won't write me an ending
I can write my own ending
What will it take just for me to have it all?
How will I know when I have it all?

I can write my own ending
Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
How will I know when I have it all?
Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?

Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
This wasn't my intention
Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?
I just want to love you...

This wasn't my intention
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
I just want to love you,
How can I write love into reality?

The ink flows down into a dark puddle
I succumb to it
How can I write love into reality?
I can only give you mine

I succumb to it
If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat
I can only give you mine
What do you call love in your reality?

If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat
How am I sure you are real?
What do you call love in your reality?
How do I know love is real?

I'm sure that you are real;
And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
I know love is real;
I'll leave you be.

And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
Everyday I'll imagine a future where I can be with you
I'll leave you be
Though my hand will hold a pen that will write a poem of me and
     you

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