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Marian Solis Aug 2020
He is my sun and I am but a wild flower:
A beauty from a little, insipid race.
Loosing my chance to be noticed,
For there are better flowers than me.

He is my sun and I am but a flower
I live from the light of his at day;
Shiver from the dark when he is away
With this fragile, ephemeral body.

He is my sun and I am but a flower
I envy the clouds for they are always together
With my dearest sun that I fancy above all
And here I am, rooted still on the ground.

He is my sun and I am but a flower
Cursed to gaze at him from birth to death
Until I bow my bald head on my grave
And drop my last, unobtrusive petal.
InfranGilis Aug 2020
There once was a paradise,
It shifted the paradim,
And then came a perasite,
It altered and paralyzed,

Hope turned to ash,
As they used thorns to stab,

The lonley gaze of the moon then pondered:
Is this, truly what you desire?

And so darkness ruled for a while,
As the light's dazzle dimmed,
But pretenders, liars and betrayers all rile,
As the hand of justice comes for them,

We do unto others, what others do unto us,
So life ruled, with a golden fist of truth,
Be used, abused, confused, difused and then refused,
As the ashes of that paradise in your mouth turns sour.
Aer Jul 2020
yellow and blue, together makes green.
safety, harmony, and all in-between.
yet an overmixing of two caused shadows so blue,
envy, jealousy, flowing through and through.
you, who was yellow and I who was blue. could we ever truly make green the safest colour?
Németi Csenge Jul 2020
She sits in the sweltering sun,
Bone of plenty,
Her baroque design illustrated
Lashings of lavish lilies.
Their leather lips folded,
Collapsed and retreated.

Likened to the greenery,
They brimmed with envy,
And stroked each stone wall.

Bone dry,
She drank from the dew,
A bull’s horn,
golden halo,

glass canopy.
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
Always missing
and I desire
to peel away everything
you have become
and consume it
piece by piece
have it run through my veins
and I will become
everything you once were
CB Jul 2020
”Infinite galaxies come running down my tear stained cheek.
I’m swept away in this pain.
Cherished memories washed away, always down the drain.
I envy the days where I felt so endless, even when I ached.”
Khyati Jul 2020
Your words smashed me, honey
I m shattered into pieces already
I warned you "handle me with care"
Yet you never listened,
And now my soul is beyond repair!
Charlotte Ahern Jun 2020
our love was always the pink elephant in the room
everyone saw it
except us
once we realised, it was already over and done
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