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Maria Shabalin Mar 2021
I threw my cigarette in your luggage
Thinking it was trash
How was I supposed to know
That you had become so attached
To belongings in a case
That will eventually disintegrate?
Turning my grandad’s hilarious misdoings into philosophy. He can’t see very well. Tried to throw his cigarette out in my aunt’s carry on.
Soumia Mar 2021
Hundred people around me,
laughing, singing and talking.

Why do I still feel empty,
why do I still feel lonely?

So many friends, so many family
and yet I still feel lonely.
Ezekiel Mar 2021
My day, my cake, my family with fake masks, uncover the truth, stay put.

Don't look, don't go, restrictions on space, my limitless.

Oh, how the sun shines on me today.

Fill pals, fill empty hearts, but they grow to be brutal.

My cologne doesn't smell the same, I am sick.

Oh, how the sun shines on me today.

I get by, without being broken, glass behind a safe.

Opposites, my shirt is flipped and so is my memory, I have not eaten.

Oh, how the sun shines on me today.

Claimed by a poor family, they have just enough to spare.

They have watched, and seen, I am a victim, for the first time.

They know what I like, and dislike, I have found love.

Unlike draining conversations, these are plentiful.

Unsettled to this feeling, but it feels right.

Oh, how the sun shines on me today.
This poem is of many, this is a series that I have been thinking about, the series itself is called "Eugene". But this specific poem in my early starting series is dedicated to an important person in my life who has taught me to be humble. Hope you enjoy :)
Grace Mar 2021
i have my mother's skin
freckled and fair
my dad's nose
sloped and refined
my grandad's curiosity
vibrant and pestering
and my grandmother's voice
poetically overflowing

i have my mother's emotions
capricious and antagonistic
my dad's perfectionism
bleek and disciplined
my grandad's stubbornness
punctuated and impervious
and my grandmother's faith
gentle and unfailing

i am what i am
i am who i am
because they have raised me
yann Mar 2021
so tell me, what happened to us ? how come we were so close but the bonds stay so fickle, ready to be torn apart any moment now. i love you all, and you all love you, but how come we can never quite reach the stars.

it used to be me, so insecure and packed full of doubts. afraid i was the replaceable or the replacement. and now it's you, afraid of being pushed aside so badly that you end up staying on the road by yourself. afraid of losing the food, the hand who fed you and lashing out instead, pushing the hand aside, the body dropping with it. what good is it now that it spilled everywhere, tell me ? hold the hand, embrace the body ! the stars are here for us or we were made for them but i

i don't wanna lose the circle we made. it's growing, it's changing, let it breathe. let it breathe. tell the circle you love him ! tell him ! love is offering up your whole body and heart and knowing it might be torn apart but at least you did it. you went there, you showed the strenght beneath your skin and the stars inside your eyes and the circle will grow thanks to your risk. love, is a risk. it's simple, it's raw, it's scary all at once and it makes us stronger like it always has.

love isn't the poison you spill around you, or it might be but don't let it win. save yourself, save your body and your heart, your strenght and vulnerability, save your breath, hold the hand, show yours too. tied together, we could be five or one, but the stars wouldn't burn brighter than we do.
Zack Ripley Mar 2021
You don't have to be alone
To feel alone.
I still struggle with that
Despite how much I've grown.
I still have my friends,
My family, my fans.
But when I look down, all I see
are my empty hands.
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