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Poetic T Oct 2020
People think,
    "I Love You,

is the most romantic
                     word.

But in truth,
          "I've Missed you,

means true love.
Hannah Thisway Oct 2020
"I love you" doesn't happen to me
does it feel real when it happens to you?
Is it honest, without any trade?
You should doubt it, expect it to fade.

How did I get here, is that what you're thinking?
It took some time, much turmoil, sinking,
I tried to cling on, I hoped, I tried,
I cried and I cried and I cried and I cried.

Now sunk.
I look.
Out there I wonder,  I think "are there others?"
Flawed and lost with strangers for brothers,
not convinced not believing
that they, the true them, are worth receiving
truthful love, a bond, safe space,
we are filled with doubt, no more brave face.
kier Oct 2020
memories seem fragile and yet one has no control
it's a confusing network of strings
intertwining with one another
I wish I had a pair of scissors
golden and beautiful, able to cut the strings
which have clung to my heart for all of eternity
mark soltero Oct 2020
smoking makes me happy
the pain in my lungs reminds me
i am merely man
suffocating myself
just to feel something
not of self deprecation
you keep me safe up here
above the smoke
beyond the barriers of this world
a simple touch
takes me places i could never go
without blackening my insides
Orakhal Oct 2020
i can not tell of that it means
to care not that you think of me
i have and come to understand
that you be not that be's i am

and in that way i let you be
to that you are not that it seems
as you be made to that you think
and i be writ not to your ink
Martyr Oct 2020
Have you ever stopped and looked up at the stars?
Have you ever gone for a long night drive in your car?
Have you ever felt love and that intricate feeling?
Sat in your room, alone, starring at the ceiling?
I was doing just that the other night.
Sitting outside, just writing my rhymes.
And something came across my mind.
So here is a question for you.
Have you been enjoying life as much as you know you could?
Because that is the question that hit me.
And, to be honest, I don’t think I have.
I'd like to say yes.
I’d love to tell you that I’m super happy, there’s no problems, and life is good.
But, I can’t lie, I haven’t been living life as much as I know I should.
Many terms have been thrown around.
And I’ve given so much oxygen to them.
I was so close to being drowned.
I gave away breath that they didn’t deserve.
I took my happiness and put it on reserve.
And that is why I’m writing all this down.
This poem’s my reminder for the next term thrown around.
A reminder to not give ear to a wolf’s stirring tongue.
A reminder that you need to enjoy life, because you’re still young.
Not gonna lie, it’s mentally hard.
Especially, when in people’s minds, the wolf has left you scarred.
But, do you remember, back when you used to hear the birds chirp?
Back when the playground was heaven in your eyes.
When nothing could compare to going down that slide.
And maybe, when you fell, you scrapped your knee and cried.
But you’d get right back up and go again next time.
Those are the days I miss.
Because I’ve aloud life to become an abyss.
And, yes, the wolf may talk.
But it’s up to you to choose to listen or walk.
So all I have to say… is remember the stars,
remember the cars,
remember that feeling,
remember that ceiling.
Because, today, I choose to walk.
I will no longer give breath to those who choose to talk.
it seemed like
everyday
the sadness
overwhelmed her
so much
so often
that she couldnt
even describe
the feeling
all she knew
was that
she was sad
Ley Oct 2020
what do you do
when neither life
nor death sound delicious?

i’ll swallow the void
and hope it eats me
from the inside out
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