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You drag me along
Fields of glass
Pushing my face in the
Shards resembling dirt
To your crystal cliff
Release me down
The spectral drop
Might be beautiful
If it weren’t the end
Man I’ve been going downhill so quickly
V Apr 25
The sun is setting on the day of love.
Sky ablaze with miraculous hue.
From a thousand miles sets of eyes peer upon the glory of the dying light.

Colors of love,
And colours of destitute desperation,
β€” they soak and saturate the simple blue sky.

Visions of miraculous love lay blanketed over the body of crumbled romance.
But not far,
Just out of sight,
Two stand over the broken towers of twin flame friendship.

And in the heat of callous embers they warm one another.
And take comfort in the burning wreckage of true love.
Lee Aaun Mar 12
love always start with yourself
or maybe ends
with others
do you start your love with you or end it on you?
Words' Worth Feb 1
The sun and the moon
In the same sky, not left out
In the cold darkness
I love winter mornings.
Jeremiah Mhlongo Dec 2020
𝖳𝗁𝖾 π—‹π–Ύπ—†π–Ίπ—‚π—‡π—Œ π—‡π—ˆπ— 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 π–Ίπ–Ώπ—π–Ύπ—‹π—€π—…π—ˆπ—π—Œ,
𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗍 π—π–Ίπ—Œ 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 π—„π—‡π—ˆπ—π—‡,
π–­π—ˆπ— π—‚π—‡π—π—ˆ π—Œπ—π–Ίπ–½π—ˆπ—π—’ π—Œπ–Όπ—ˆπ—‹π–Όπ—π—‚π—‡π—€ π–½π–Ίπ—’π—Œ,
π–³π—π—‚π—Œ π–¬π—Žπ—Œπ–Όπ—…π–Ύπ–½ 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 π–»π–Ίπ—‹π–Ύπ—Œ π–Ύπ–Όπ—π—ˆ'π—Œ,
𝖳𝗁𝖾 π—†π–Ύπ—…π—ˆπ–½π—’ π—ˆπ–Ώ π—†π–Ύπ—…π–Ίπ—‡π–Όπ—π—ˆπ—…π—’,
𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 π—…π—ˆπ—π–Ύ π–½π—ˆ π–Ώπ—ˆπ—‹ 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇?
π–₯π—‹π—ˆπ—† 𝖺 π–»π–Ύπ–Ίπ—Žπ—π—‚π–Ώπ—Žπ—… π—†π–Ύπ—†π—ˆπ—‹π—’ π—Œπ—ˆ 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,
π–­π—ˆπ— 𝖺𝗇 π–Ίπ–Ώπ—π–Ύπ—‹π—€π—…π—ˆπ— π—‚π—‡π—π—ˆ π—‚π—π—Œ 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁,
π–²π—Žπ–Όπ— 𝖺𝗋𝖾 π—†π–Ίπ—π—π–Ύπ—‹π—Œ 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 π—π–Ίπ—‡π—€π—Œ 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇,
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 π—Œπ—π–Ίπ—…π—… π—ˆπ—‡π—…π—’ π—π–Ίπ—Œπ—π–Ύ π—‰π–Ύπ—‡π—Œ.
You get what you are given, you only receive to yourself what you deserve.
Nolan Willett Oct 2020
We live in a world of lost and found
Get lost so we can be found again
And then retreat back underground
Until the process ends
Jay M May 2019
Sitting there
Supporting a friend
Dropping the note
Handing it over
To him...

For a moment
Things are okay
He is still
Then
The storm breaks loose

Standing
Bashing his head against the wall
Punching the wall
Then storming away
Pulling off his jacket
Throwing it
Bolting...

I walk
Away
Hide
In the bathroom
Lock myself in the stall
Cornering myself
Curled up
In a ball
Of fear and confusion

This is the world we live in
This is the way things are
I feel it
Hitting me
Knocking me down
Like a wave

Where are my feelings?
Inside,
Finally showing through
It kills
I destroy what once was

I said I didn't feel it
He felt it too much
I broke him...
I broke him...

Covering my ears
Half an hour later
I am found

"Emily? Emily?"
"Hey, I found her!"
"Hey, it's okay, it wasn't your fault."
"Come here, it'll be okay."

Held by those who love me
This cause
The hurricane
Is loved?

I had a feeling in my stomach that I hated
Hearing it made it lurch
You promised
You wouldn't try
But there they were

They stopped him
Held him
He let loose
Ran
Bolted
Eventually caught
Brought away
Safe...

But what is safe?

Just promise
You won't try again...

Just promise
You'll be okay...

Just promise
You'll move on...

I know he'll never read this
Never see through my eyes
Even so
I care...
Just know I care...
I'm sorry...
I just couldn't live a lie

Crippled by who I am
And what I have become
What I did
Ended
It almost cost a life...


- Jay M
May 20th, 2019
Words' Worth Oct 2020
:)
If you don't
Plan for what you need
You won't get what you
Want
A smile for those are having a bad day.
chang cosido Sep 2020
πšπš˜πš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš”πš—πš˜πš ?
πš’πšŸπšŽ πšπš›πšŠπšŒπšŽπš πš–πšŠπš™πšœ
πš˜πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšœπš”πš’πš—
𝚜𝚘 πš–πš’ πšπš’πš—πšπšŽπš›πšπš’πš™πšœ πš”πš—πš˜πš 
πš πš‘ich πš™πšŠπš›πšπšœ 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš‘πšžπš›πš
πšŠπš—πš πš πš‘ich πš™πšŠπš›πšπšœ πšπš˜πš—'𝚝.
πš’πšŸπšŽ πš–πšŽπš–πš˜πš›πš’πš£πšŽπš
πšŠπš•πš• πšπš‘πšŽ πš›πš’πšŸπšŽπš›πšœ
πš’πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšŸπšŽπš’πš—πšœ
πšŠπš—πš πš’ πš”πš—πš˜πš 
πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš’πš πšŠπš•πš• πšŽπš—πšπšœ.
πš’πšŸπšŽ πšπš›πšŠπšŒπšŽπš πš–πšŠπš™πšœ
πš˜πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšœπš”πš’πš—
𝚜𝚘 πš πš‘πšŽπš— πš–πš’ πšπš’πš—πšπšŽπš›πšœ
πšŠπš›πšŽ πš—πš˜ πš•πš˜πš—πšπšŽπš› πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ
𝚝𝚘 πšπš›πšŠπšŒπšŽ πš’πš,
πš’πš πš πš’πš•πš• πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš‘πš˜πš 
𝚝𝚘 πšŠπšŒπš‘πšŽ πšπš˜πš› πš–πšŽ.
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