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Reece Apr 24
I have some penultimate words to say,
Some final thoughts to escape my brain,
So, for a final time,
I’ll give you a piece of my mind.

Sometimes the subtleties pass us by,
The simple things of daily life,
While we complain about the mundane,
We forget the blessings right in front of our eyes.
From the birds who sing in the trees,
To the blooming flowers, pollinated by the bees.
All of these,
Help us see how pretty life can be.

I’ve learned some lessons over this year,
Those lessons I’ll take to heart,
Like sometimes “friends” leave you behind,
And it’s okay to hurt, but not to break apart.
Most people follow the crowd,
And that’s fine with me,
I’ll follow my own path,
To be renowned.

I firmly believe that each life is a story,
One worth reading,
Good, bad, or ugly,
There’s a lesson to be learned,
And you can think critically,
As the pages are turned.
After all, no one wants to be forgotten,
Or perhaps, some do,
I find that a tragic fate,
True doom.

It’s time again,
To quote a song by Alec Benjamin,
This one being my favorite,
Titled “I’m Not A Cynic.”
“I’m not a cynic, but today’s just not my day,
I’ve tried to spin it about a thousand different ways,
But from every angle, oh, the outcome is the same,
I swear that I’m not a cynic; my glass just has no water in it today.”
This one holds dear to me,
Because sometimes my sky is gray,
That doesn’t mean I’m a downer,
It just depends on the day.
I know my mood is mine to control,
But faking is a poison.
It’s okay to let the emotions flow,
I find it a positive notion.

This year has been a journey,
Far more challenging than the last,
I started off in the clouds,
Now I’m stranded in the past.
Friends have moved on,
Or perhaps, I pushed them away.
Who knows who I’ll be,
Junior year, on the first day?
I know life is a bunch of doors,
But a problem arises,
If you’re not willing,
To take a step.
However, if everyone stood still,
Life would be rather boring,
Wouldn’t it?
So I’ll take a step onto the water,
Hoping I don’t fall through,
Praying I won’t fall through.
Then I’ll take another,
Perhaps, it’ll be easier,
Than the first.
Before I know it, I’ll be walking,
Then running, to sprinting,
Clinging desperately,
To anything that I can take with me.
I clasp my hands on the doorknob,
And open it with haste,
And step through with a smile,
Not regretting a thing.
Though bittersweet nostalgia,
Might try its best to blind,
I’ll make better memories,
To shield my watery eyes.
Years down the road,
Wherever I may be,
Hopefully I’d found,
Some sense of security.
I’ll look back with pride,
At my sixteen-year-old self,
And applaud my bravery,
To take the first step.

Near the end of April,
And sophomore year is nearly down the drain,
I think overall,
I’m in a better place.
Ups and downs littered the road,
But I swerved and curved,
And through these poems,
I lightened the load.
Another thing ends tonight,
Sitting here as I write,
The conclusion to the final,
The final piece of my mind.

Wherever the road may lead next,
No matter how far or how scary,
I’ll follow it and reflect,
And make it to my ending.
The end of this little series. I appreciate all of you who have read all four! It means a lot!
Piyush Apr 22
We gave away our wings to fly,
We chose our hands to reach the sky,
And now we are floating way up high,
But the fall is real this time.

Why is it easy to fly in the sky?
Why is it not a crime to die?
The heart is beating so fast up high,
But he just wants to die.

He needs nothing now in his life,
He's content with his own sacrifice.
Why is it easy to die?
Why is it hard to find the sky?

He’s ready to throw away his life,
Just to reach the sky,
A sky without a night,
A killer without a knife.

The world around him isn’t bright,
Yet he tried to make it right.
Why must the side character always die?
Why does no one see his fight?

He needs nothing now in his life,
He's content with his sacrifice.
He gave up his wings to fly—
Now…

The blood is all over him now,
His hands have finally fallen down,
The world begins to fade somehow,
An end that no one wants.
Immortality Apr 21
And at last—
the candle realized
it had burnt
by the thread,
it had kept safe
inside its heart.

But even in death,
as it watched the thread
burn along—
longed to protect it.
well, the candle was either the greatest fool or the truest lover
Shambhavi Apr 7
I asked God,
What happened to this world...?

Chirping birds became noisy horns,
Majestic trees replaced by haunted thorns.
Dense forests turned to toxic crowds,
Now heaven is hidden in denser clouds.

Humans became demons in daylight,
Every festival now ends in fight.
AI paints beautiful trees,
But a painting can't make us breathe free.

All relations turned into jokes,
Children leave their parents chasing hopes.
Even animals sacrifice for their children lives,
But here a mother killed her own child.

I again asked God, weeping in my silent tears,
God replied me,
Don't worry my dear,
THE END IS NEAR!!
Every religioius textbooks have warned us about the ending of the world because of humans desires but no one cares and soon we will see the circumstances.
Aires Apr 6
Place me in the depths of an unknown ocean.
Underwhelming dreams search their way to shore.
I breathe the air of waves.
a gentle snuggle at the very end.

When I’m pulled out, the sky is bright and blue.
Yet still, I feel the ocean within me.
I thought, perhaps this could be my home.
But the messenger of air said otherwise.

When the destination came,
the mountain of sand only gestured: go back.
The sailor wave stepped away,
promising to return and meet me further on.

The new world is as soulful as I imagined.
But my happiness can’t seem to break through.
With me, there are so many others
drawn to this timid world.

But why am I out of breath?
Perhaps I’m just overwhelmed.
The square ropes still bind me.
My tail wiggles on its own,
it might be excitement.

My heart echoes with the sound of salt and silence,
a language I once understood.
This place speaks in colors I can’t name,
but my skin doesn’t belong to the wind.

But before I can meet the new world,
darkness folds into my sight, like a tide returning home.
It's about the change and longing. We all struggle  in new world with dreams and hope
Some people lose there breaths and some people make there way. But the fish can't.
Faith Cubitt Apr 3
This went way to far....
before I knew it you were telling me you loved me
but I've been scared from the start.
you smiled when we called
laughed when I talked
you just seemed so happy....
I want to say I tried so hard
but the truth is I didn't.
I knew you were not who I wanted
but I led you on from the start.
I'm so sorry....
Reece Mar 30
It’s hard watching something die,
And wither away.
Wondering if I could’ve changed,
Or was it fate?
But here we are,
Without the spark,
We once shared.
I’m letting out the guilt,
That I’ve built,
About a relationship that I can say,
Will never be repaired.

We used to click,
Now we don’t,
We used to talk,
Now we won’t.
I’d like to know where,
It all went wrong.
Was it me?
Was it you?
Was it going to happen all along?
If it was,
I wish,
I had been a better friend.
Then perhaps,
It would be,
A less painful end.

I start to question,
The foundation of our friendship,
If things broke apart so easily,
Without any indication.
Perhaps I misjudged the situation,
And ran off with unclear intentions,
I seem to do that best,
Unfortunately.

We’d known each other for years,
For it all to act like it was never there.
Did I make a mistake?
Did my expectations change?
Did I ruin everything?
Too afraid to ask,
So I’ll suffer in silence.

All of this confusion,
For something I don’t understand.
Some he said, she said, foolishness,
Was all that it took for our friendship to end?
And our friend group to shatter to pieces?
I thought we were close to each other,
That we care about one another,
I guess that was bitter delusion,
From a boy who was desperate for inclusion.

I never felt like I belonged,
We were always on,
Different wavelengths.
While you and the others would carry on,
I sat in silence,
Not knowing what to add,
Or what to say.
Questioning whether it would’ve mattered anyway.
I guess I was a fool.
I guess I shot myself in the foot,
So much that I can barely stand.
Never would I have dreamed,
That this was how things would end.

Was I too seclusive,
And too elusive?
Did I not listen enough?
Was I too much of a lonely punk?
Did I push you away?
Did I ruin everything?
Was I the reason things turned out this way,
Cause I changed?
Or was this preordained?
I know as we grow,
We change,
But why did it come so soon?
Last year we went to a movie,
A get-together I actually went to.
Yet, here I am now,
In the fallout,
Mourning what was broken down,
Surrounded by ashen-covered ground,
The smoke, all around.

Perhaps I’m just a fragile snowflake,
Lamenting on past mistakes,
That there’s no hope to change,
So why question it every day?
I can feel it fading,
And I know that I’m turning,
Into a stranger,
As the memories start growing hazier.
In ten years, I won’t remember your name,
And that’s what’s even stranger,
I thought we’d be friends for longer,
I guess that was wishful thinking.

Occasionally, we wave,
But we both know that’s not the same,
As the talks we’d have,
And the walks we walked together.
Now we’re both growing older,
As our chemistry starts reacting slower,
Till the entropy,
Fades into obscurity.
I wish I’d known sooner,
That things would turn out this way,
They’d be things I’d change.

So what’s left to say?
I’m standing at the graveside,
Crying and wondering,
What happened?
What madness,
Caused this?
I’ll put a bouquet,
On the grave,
And walk away,
As the days of our childhood fade.
Did I make the right choices?
Did I hurt you?
I’m sorry if I did,
I never meant to,
I just wanted to be your friend,
And I was for a time,
But that time’s passed,
Because nothing lasts.

I’m sorry,
And thank you,
For everything…
Arii Mar 9
I know the end;
like the harsh shine of the sun,
and the soft glow of the moon.
One comes around,
and the other turns away.
Like a grand finale,

into a fresh, new start.

I know the end;
like coastal waters.
Rushing to the shore
and drifting away,
bringing when it returns

cold tsunami, or gentle wave.

I know the end;
like a distant friend
that laughs over the phone,

sometimes you never meet again.

I know the end,
it’s closer than one can see.

But after the end,


comes a new beginning.
Jeremy Betts Mar 6
You didn't break my heart
Only snuffed out what was left
Soul crushing becoming an art
Love must have been mentioned in jest
Another gruesome end finding it's start
I fear to even hear your next quest
I beg for a hand as my edge crumbles apart
Why one is never extended is anyone's guess

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