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chloe fleming Apr 2018
there are flaws in our systems,
perpetual moving parts that do not yield the same results,
there are flaws in all of us
we are jumbled messes created out of flesh and blood.
from heartache to pain,
the only constant is the flaws we face
that is what comprises our identity.
chloe fleming Mar 2018
i will never feel sorry
for caring so deeply
about others
but i will never deny myself
happiness in the face of a man
Akshat Agarwal Mar 2018
Dumb Streets stroll along with brains of blitz
to an evening ritual of bathing with blood
where young smiles melt away and tears dry out,
guilty die and so do the ones who dare to doubt,
audience calls it the crowned fool’s supper
but our fool names it ‘Blooming of the Juniper’.

Dumb Streets poke their pride with ***** knives,
scoop their brains out for the queen of beehives
and surrender their soul for a single penny
which leads them to a war-zone surrounded by jinni.
The poor souls mustn’t retreat to the fool,
who’d treat them as his supper or a war-tool.

Dumb Streets fed-up, riot with sullen spirits,
they burn bridges and **** the fool’s puppets.
The supper gets heavy as the days go by,
our fool feasts on rioters who’ve sworn to die.
Soon the puppets disappear into thin air
and leave the palace for rioters to spare.

Dumb streets have our fool as their supper,
sink their shelters with wine and clutter,
but fail to notice uprising of another fool
who’d played leader of fish in the pool.
Shower mercy O! wise Fool upon your streets,
preach the dumb, who wonder what he eats.
liz Mar 2018
maybe if i'd be prettier
you would look at me

maybe if i’d be funnier
you would laugh with me

maybe if i'd be smarter
you would talk to me

maybe if i'd be happier
you would want me

but i'm not pretty
i'm not smart or funny
and i'm not so happy

and i know i'm far from what you want
but i could be everything that she is not
she is pretty, smart and funny but i can be ugly, dumb and unfunny
M Aiman A Mar 2018
In a perfect world
where the best version
of me exist,

I will not lack love
nor friendship

That me would
not be devoid of myself
Nor i need
The never-ending self reassurances
Ammar Mar 2018
He don’t wanna love you like I did
He wanna *******
Get you a baby
And give you the American dream
Samantha Mar 2018
There are some people out there,
Spreading lies to those unaware...
Listen, friends, to my words;
And hear the horrors they said, the curse!

"Price doesn't matter, and it never has,
We'll make a fortune on our own path!
Who even cares about the headphone jack?
It's a waste, nobody wants it back."

"Besides, we can market to those who are dumb.
Stupid enough to type with just a thumb;
They won't care about a closed system.
Nerds? Who could think that we missed 'em?"

This is why I decided to not
Buy from the company as messy as a knot.
I'd rather spill a whole glass of Snapple
Than own a device made by Apple.
This wasn't a very good poem, but I decided to finish it when I found out that it was lying around in my "DRAFT" section for over a month.
M Aiman A Mar 2018
‪This overwhelming sadness‬
‪Has set itself‬
‪On my thick chest‬
‪And upon my hidden ribs‬

‪This sadness is no longer a past tense
‪But a lingering ribbons‬
‪That wrap itself around my neck‬
‪Making it a multiple instead of just a double‬


‪The worst is yet to come‬
‪But i always leave the door unlocked and the alarms unchecked ‬
‪I guess ill see you when I see you‬
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