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Mose Nov 2020
The sound of the ending cue.
Itโ€™s colored in a grey hue.

No battle left to bellow.
Footsteps that use to echo.

Words that have already been spoke.
All that tears that have already soaked.

A surrender to the closing.
No longer are we apposing.

A welcome to the end.
There is nothing left to mend.
Lux Nov 2020
Crying after another sleepless night,
thinking you are too tired to fight.
Covering your mouth so no one can hear,
wishing you could just disappear.

Cutting your skin watching it bleed,
trying really hard so you can just breath.
Covering your body so no one can see,
knowing they wouldn't understand how much pain you feel.

Telling them you're fine,
even though you are going through a really hard time.
Crying every time youยดre alone then faking a smile,
being scared to show your new profile.

Wanting to give up but trying to fight,
because you know how many people would cry.
Feeling alone anywhere you go,
hiding your pain like a pro.
Lux Nov 2020
Depression is not a choice,
it is like battling a very loud voice.
People might not even see it,
they'll never understand the bottom we hit.

Suicide is selfish they say,
but for us, it is the only way.
We wake up every day,
knowing there is no reason to stay.

Rich or poor ninety or eight,
depression doesnโ€™t discriminate.
Sarah Flynn Nov 2020
dystopian novels and
post-apocalyptic movies
somehow captivate
everyone that I know.

humans enjoy violence.
maybe it's the fear,
maybe it's the power,
maybe it's some sort
of adrenaline rush.
I don't know.

humans spend
so much time focusing
on the end of the world.
will it be zombies?
aliens? an outbreak
of some form of virus?
will we turn to anarchy
and cause our own demise?
again, I don't know.

I can't figure out why
this is so appealing.
I don't understand
other humans.

maybe my trauma
won't let me learn.

maybe my disconnect
comes from the horrors
I tried to leave in my past.

maybe I'm not interested
in the end of the world

because it feels like
my world ended
a very long time ago.
I haven't  been to the future



Nor I had seen it,



But had seen the destruction  



Not construction only destruction.



In my nightmares



I'd seen creatures roaming there



In desperation  with no good



No friends, no brotherhood.



Killing each  other and no one's  lover



Only destruction  no construction



What If It  comes here



Haunting in my nightmares.



Only black clouds with the



Thunder aloud.



No river flows no farmer's  ***



But everyone shivers in hope of a good morrow.



Yes it is destruction



Today everything  is a distraction



But the future  is destruction



No bird flying only people dying



No songs are heard only people were murdered.



So, I asked them who had done this and how to stop this?



They said



'we and you can't stop this cause it is destruction '
A very old poem of mine .
Currently suffering from writers block
Long live the bond
The one which shall no broke
Full with trust and pride
Words that my heart doesn't recognize

Once a time i believed
They run, they hide
Inside the fog they'll decide

Long live the ash
One used to be a bond
The memories of a chaos
Bur no time for cries, so they don't recognize

In the table
It seems a corner
They see their own truth
They don't understand, they don't want to recognize

Lost
Every one there is lost
There is no sign of hope

In midnight they arrive
To steal the future of anyone
Only lefting a black mask

In the end humanity have been chained
Chains of hate and misuderstanding

Long live the new traitor
The one who has seen everything
Is in a dead end
Only left to pretend
I've got a message from heaven

Is it true or false I don't know even

But it seems a warning by hell

It's so dangerous that made me scared.

I know the truth that's why I'm afraid.

It said ' end is near, so my dear

Don't try to overcome your fear.

Don't run cause there's no one to care .'

I asked you're from heaven can't you save us?

They said, no we can't because...

You made it so we can't do anything.

And they went

But also warned

' don't tell others, they will make a mess of each other. Tell only to the trusted '

THE END IS NEAR

It's the message that makes me engulf in fear.

But I can't do anything. Can't tell to anyone even

This message from HEAVEN
never ending possibilities
of you, and i;
tearing you apart in pieces,
scattering away your happiness.
goodmorning!
JM Ang Nov 2020
I always thought of spring as a new beginning;
the start of something new or
the rebirthing of the fallen,
like flowers in bloom after the dead, cold winter

It's what you've always wantedโ€”those cold
winter months are nothing but a buffer to you
and I, the unwitting victim, thought I could
ever be enough for you

But I'm no flower, I'm no spring
I'm not a beginning or a rebirthโ€”
I am death, I am winter
I am the end and the endless void

I'm the buffer you only ever wanted to cling to
until the cold subsides, until you can
come back to your old lifeโ€”
in my wake, there won't be a drop of tear
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