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Andrew Rueter Jun 20
Do I want to see the forest through the trees
if that also means the hornets in between?
There's a comfort trail of nothingness
leading beyond the sun setting west
towards a dark abyss looming
my friends try to soothe me
by saying it'll be like before I was born
but at that point my life ****** even more
so the vastness of the universe
reminds me that my bullet hearse
isn't blessed or cursed
it'll just disperse
like the tears on the face of my clock
coming from the face I show not
a shocked ant on a spinning rock
with vertigo fearing it'll fall off
knowing once the spinning stops
there's a darkness block
with nothing to be bought
or sold
not even gold
can reverse getting old
so I don't want to see the forest
and I'll hide behind the trees
getting lower on my knees
praying God help me please
because I fear that final release.
rmrplpr Nov 2021
Heat, it’ll all be heat
As even the dust disintegrates
Light will purify the sins
Liquify insecurities
my skin, my teeth, my hair
the inadequacies of intelligence
It'll dissolve worries
Burn problems
No tomorrows to dread
Finally at ease
It is the end
As the door closes on another England Chapter
A sterling effort far from disaster
A first major final in fifty-five years
Jubilant voices replaced by tears
But we've come along way in such a short time
Maguire and Stones a solid back-line
Pickford mature and calm between the sticks
A terrific save in penalty kicks
Shouts of "Shawberto!" From the stands
A chorus of 'Sweet Caroline' "hands touching hands"
Cries of "bring on Grealish!" Phil Foden's bleach blonde hair
Fist pumps from Southgate
The passion was there
Beating the Germans at last
Now that felt sublime
Sterling a constant menace now in his prime
But we came up short and that's what matters
Broken hearts English dreams in tatters
Yet I firmly believe this is just the beginning
So keep your heads up and keep on singing
"It's coming home it's coming home"
Cos it will one day
Even though it rains and the sky is grey
Red and white ribbons on that cup we'll see
And what a perfect sight it will be
Copyright ©️Joshua Reece Wylie 2021
S May 2021
This will be the last time that I ever write about you.
Nylee Apr 2021
I think
my time is near
this time
the end,
I do not fear
the whispers
that i hear,
I am calm,
my breathing,
it is breaking.

I still care
If you'd care
I exist no more
I am that vain
even in pain,
I'd seek more
as my mind
connects back to you.

The rain has stopped
my heart will too,
it is all part of nature,
the destiny,
we met,
but so unclear
we'd go
as destined to.

So here it is,
my last
it will be
a fragment of you.
And here it is,
it is the final goodbye,
fare well, you
Khoi Apr 2021
Burnt out matchsticks
from the dark hours wind
theirs were a bunker
that bare
no malice nor loss
only a blotched memory
light-years apart
these days
that day
and those days.
ghost Jan 2021
Eternal sleep

Questions why

Answers keep

Reasons die

Darker still

Winter's night

Emotions ****

Souls' contrite

Time suspended

Final breath

As intended

Promises death...
BSween Dec 2020
Then shall I sleep
With dried tears on my cheek
Cradled in memories
And set confidences.

And I shall not weep
Or strain to eat
But shall find comfort
In dreams and alliances.
Finally I reach the end
A place which is free from hate .
No more divisions in the world .
No more truths are twisted and curl .
Then I saw the god .
Saying life can't be mod .
My eyes no longer dim
Then I asked the same question from him .
How to stop the hate 's blaze
How to end this dark days .
' it's not me who divides
It's not me who'll suffice .
After so many chance I given to you.
You all don't even taken the clue .
You let the hatred win . You give your powers to sin..
I don't think anything left. No more misery no more theft .
Go and live up your life .
Cause you won't get it twice .
I'm not sorry and I can't give the way .
To end up this dark days .'
No , I can't hear this words .
No , I can't see the bloods .
What I need is the way .
To end this dark days
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