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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

"Kid? Kid?"
"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
:)
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 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.
John McCafferty Sep 2020
We think it's gone
In better times we could have played
As weather's changed
You slipped away
Remembering those blessed days

September sun invigorates
Glimpses of glory warmed
It's riches clasp the back of neck
Absorbed in chest and flow to rest

Time be spent so look ahead
Aim to be your best throughout the test
This place is finite so be our heads
More to life than meets the end
Undefined redemption led
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Γ€Ε§ΓΉl Sep 2020
The storm I hold back
In my heart,
And my mind,
If I release it all at once,
Then everything will end.

At least for me...
My HP Poem #1881
Β©Atul Kaushal
CandidlySubtle Aug 2020
Glimpses of what it was,
Moments of sweetness,
Left a tang of bitterness,
And... a smirk
One thing I dislike about the night is
It ends,
The comfort, the coziness all have to end.
It gives space for the day to rise.
Which makes me see all the emptiness and ask me to wise.
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna live in lies
Wish the night prevail forever in the skies
So the pain, the hurt, the failure never visible to my eyes.
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