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Owen Sep 2020
Kronos laughs.
He sent you,
my other half,
my missing piece,
the air in my lungs,
the reason
my heart beats.
He sent you at the wrong time,
and theres not a thing I can do
to turn back the clock,
to get you back.
My helplessness
consumes me.
Hope is lost.
to have the right person come into your life at the wrong time.
Bianca Reyes Sep 2020
I keep chasing ghosts with you
I don’t know if they are yours
Or if they are my own
Contorted into something unknown
I am haunted by my love for you
Or by the way you look so blue
But I shall chase these ghosts for two
[The usual copy right business thing here]
Zywa Jan 2019
The captain will have been informed
because he says nothing about the situation
and that can mean anything

There are reports of peace
and cleared blockades
I must make choices

while I have a good life here
with my family that arose by itself
in the house that was assigned to me

So I just go to bed now
and before I sleep I travel
beyond the known

Left alone, I move on
...accompanied by echoes of familiar laughing voices
...that conceal the truth from me

...the voice of the guide who prefers to stay at home
...of the soldier in his worn-out uniform
...one of the three of the garrison

...who could be on duty
...who fills the cups and drinks on me
...on the health of all people

...around the tower of Belém and everyone
...at the long table with the empty seats
...from the time they were here with many

Along on foot, over a mountain
path, through a dense forest
I'm running out of food
“The sand for the coast of Aveiro” (1982, Albert Alberts)

Collection “Mosaicvirus”
Diána Bósa Sep 2020
You said, that I have a heart of gold.
I just smiled because I know that
since the dawn of our time
you have broken it so many times;
shattered it into oodles of pieces
which I tried to repair - time after time,
then it could no longer resemble its true self.
It became something different,
some kind of kintsugi artifact,
something golden, yet something hard:
completely useless for its predestination.
Hammad Sep 2020
We are given
the well of fate
that we could
bury there
our deprivations...
but we humans
tends to hide
our incompetence...
Aa Harvey Sep 2020
**** me with your love


Show me your creation,
Written down in black ink.
Let me see your darkest thoughts;
I need a place to sink.


I want a place to disappear;
There really is no escape.
If I cannot have someone to love,
Then I will no longer fight my fate.


Love is out there somewhere to find.
All I have to do is look with open eyes,
But I am blind to anyone who could be nice,
Because of the tears I have cried, so many times.


So cut me with your truthfulness,
I want this pain to hurt.
I am no longer playing just for jest,
Put me six feet in the dirt.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Caage Gaber Sep 2020
Every day, every second seems to come so slowly
Why though are my flashbacks so swift
Why are there parts so unusually smoky
Why is my life on a quick drift

Time is slowly and sharply skewing in my head
Why can't I contain each moment?
Why am I not dreadfully dead?
Why did I end up becoming a poet?

This reality is bound by the laws of ticking time
Why do I have to follow its rules?
Why must I advance to and through the prime?
Why shouldn't I steal back my time's jewels?
One superpower I always wish I had. Time manipulation. To be honest, though I'd probably disobey all the rules set in Back to the Future. I'd probably make a flash mistake and create a flash point (#Flashrefrence)
Charlotte Ahern Sep 2020
those who choose to lay in the river
eventually drift
into someone they know
and call it fate
Can you tell I prefer to make things happen than leave things to fate? lol
lexk Sep 2020
when the lights are out,
when everything turns silent...

that's when I lay in bed,
our song playing softly.

in the world of darkness,
I repeat your name like a broken tape...

praying that you'll come back,
hoping that in the end it's still going to be
you and I




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