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Slowly,
slowly,
sleep evolved from a chore
to an escape
It's sad but beautiful in a funny way
Oka May 2020
Run away, with me
And the poltergeists and ghouls
We can wander through the darkness
And play by our own rules

Run away, with me
To a cavern shaped like home
Where we'll build our own forever
And never dance alone

-Marceline The Vampire Queen
I love adventure time alot
lua May 2020
i stay in the past
out of hatred for the present
and fear of the future
inside my mother's cocoon
as my father works day to day
tirelessly, puffing smoke out of chapped lips
and the cigarette boxes pile the hallways
i live in a dream inside my head
where i paint my walls a different shade each day
and flowers bloom between the cold metal frame of my bed
the cracks in the ceiling
and the dusty gaps in my window
as if i had not heard my sister cry in the night
or nights
and my brother slams the door from outside
yes,
i'd rather stay in the past.
Anon May 2020
Poetry is a release,
of all emotion and thoughts.
Poetry is a safe place,
to escape from all.
Poetry is freedom,
to speak your mind.

Poetry is subjective,
different to each person.
Poetry is forgiving,
you need not be good.
Poetry has no favourites,
it is a friend to all.
Juwayriya Apr 2020
She is weird they say
But little they are aware
she is just anyone wrapped
in the weirdness she wear.

She is a nerd they say
But little they know
It is a way
to escape her life's woe.

She is the girl once, they say
with a goofy grin.
But now they wonder
where is the goofy girl?
And so she say.

'Oh you, I'm here.
Scarred and scared more
of the demons that come tapping at my heart's door.
Demons entreating to enter my soul
Demons if I embrace will render
my existence easier.
But I refuse to surrender.
Instead I choose the hard way,
the right way to go.
For even in the darkest night
will flicker a little star of hope is the vow.'
My first poem that I ever wrote.
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
Shadow coveted by dancing demons dark
Yearning to reunite with hell
As quietness leaves its damning mark
Satan calls
He knows me well

Under the smooth canopy of night
While black air shelters evil
Red blinking eyes the solitary light
At depth of awakened upheaval

Do not fear the monsters plaguing sleep
Alive as you walk through the day
So you can ignore the wickedness deep
But there's no running away
This is open to interpretation. I would love to hear what it brings to your mind.  Personally I wrote it about addiction.
Noah Thibault Apr 2020
Dear ever moving shackles
You have conquered many castles
You have ended many battles
No matter how hard I fight
You will remain finite
You could come to an end tonight

You are much like a snowball on a hill
You begin life oh so small, a crawling pace
Life drags along and we wish only to be old
We toss aside the present in blind disappointment
Before we have time to stop and live
You keep moving as I’m to drop dead

It feels like just yesterday I was happy
It feels like just yesterday was years ago
I still must hesitate to waste you
Only when I am elderly will I appreciate you

You keep moving forward
I am still a coward
I have achieved no honor
No hope has yet been offered
I waste time faster
Then it could ever run from me
Far I have travelled
Little I have gone
Fast I have ran
Slow I have moved
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