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Jule May 2020
Why do I lie like that
To think I’m protecting your chest
With a head pounding
I’m in need of rest
Saint kaya Jul 2020
I might seem a bit mystic but I’m good at heart

A small garden rakes over my eyes and a head digging in and scrapping away

She says,

My heart is like a cleft pomegranate
Bleeding crimson red,
And dripping every seed on the ground
It’s ripe and over-full,

My dissatisfied heart,
My heart it is more human than I,
More than life itself

Often
My heart cries but my eyes are dry,


And behold my friend
This is what I call my brief tragedy of flesh
Tragedy of life

My very demise
Some days are like that
Nothing happens right
However you may try
Even with a cry...!!
Walking through these paths
A walk I feel I have taken
These memories
Why do things keep repeating itself?
I remember
This familiar feeling
This feeling
A feeling of before
These empty thoughts
Haven't I been here before?
These significant signs
I have seen them before
I had this dream
My reality,
A repeat of this dream.
Looking around
Seeing new things
Haven't I lived this before
De Javu,
Why do you keep coming back?

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
De Javu speaks about a person who is experiencing something they have experienced before.
Bailey Jul 2020
The one with no name
It makes your earth quake
As thoughts eat you alive
You hear the static sea
It comes closer
And you welcome the relif
As your mind goes blank
For now you no longer think
Coral Jul 2020
Seasons change,
and so does my mood.
Today I might be filled with rage,
tomorrow I might be too rude.

It's cloudy today,
and all I can hear is the thunder.
It might be better on Tuesday,
but all I can do is wonder.

I looked up at the dark night sky,
and I remembered that star.
Which had caught my eye,
just like a blooming flower.

Seasons change,
and so does my mood.
Right now I am too happy,
the next moment I might be too sappy.
Whitavius Jul 2020
One heart meets another.
They begin beating together in time
   That sense so new
   So many things to do
In perfect rhythm... Perfect rhyme...

One mind encounters another.
They begin to search and explore
   Thoughts, ideas and proclivity
   Perspective, opinion and tendency
Similarities and differences to adore.

One person touches another.
Electrifying each person inside
   A feeling for the ages
   Defying the wisest sages
Deep within the soul now resides.

Two meet and verily become one.
Never too late... Never too soon
   A love is created
   In every way related
in this moment, perfect... atune..
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alexa Jul 2020
it hurts.

i don’t know what but i can feel it.

all the time,
everyday,
non-stop.
Piyush Gahlot Jul 2020
Need no *****, need no drug,
what I need is just a hug.

Boring routine, unexciting WFHs,
Sitting all day on computer,
just gaining weight and cursing China,
puzzled head coding and solving bug,
what l need is just a hug.

Missing the taste of Biryanis,
all those extra cheese pizzas,
above all that exotic street food and chai,
Even a simple bottle of beer.
**** this Virus is a real ****.
Need no fast food, need no *****,
Still, what I need is just a hug.

I need you close,
I need you here,
just beside me near,
spread your arms, cover me like a shrug,
I just need the warmth of your hug.
Maria Etre Jul 2020
Someone took away his toy
the one left at the bottom of the pile
unattended
Read from the bottom to the top
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