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We Are Stories Dec 2019
“Everything under the sun is meaningless”  
says the teacher,
‘truly meaningless’



the hands that toil
to endless returns
will find out that the breaking
wasn’t worth the burn-
the days spent in agony
and months spent hoarding away
will be forgotten
on the last and final days.
there is one thing remembered,
one lasting effigy-
the words you cry out in judgment
facing death’s depravity!
for there are no assurances
that a man can find!
the teachers prophecy shall be remembered,
“Everything is meaningless” we leave nothing behind!
co'brien Dec 2019
Speak to the muses blamed for your bruises—
They might say something yet.
Forget that the news is staring right through this—
Their blades with blood are wet.
You know you and I, we peer through the sky—
Feeling for fates unset.
Even though they lie about where or why—
I knew I’d ne’er forget.
Berenice Dec 2019
When you are done with him
Remember, I'm here
All you need is not to forget
Sally J Nov 2019
In the long drive back home,
A song we used to hear made me remember you,
I’ve been avoiding this feeling since August.
It has been months since I’ve heard of you.
I remember every word you said,
They were all lies.
I cannot expect much from a broken person,
You are still broken,
And because of that,
You keep hurting every person that encounters you.
You enjoy the dominance but i see through you.
And today i chose to forgive and forget by closing the cycle of the short lived memories i had with you.
It’s my time now to be happy
Kylee Nov 2019
Cut me with the petals of your favourite flower
Let your fingers
Carve my name into your skin

Forget me not (because I tried to forget you)
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2019
Brexit, make it
or break it
for the better!
The vote is in December,
cast it, it's your power!
Forget not on the poll day
Do come out
Give it your Midas touch.
When I look into your eyes
my heart beats so fast
it makes me forget
that I don't love you
regina Nov 2019
every time she look back over her shoulder,
it's always the ghost of him that follows.
unnamed Nov 2019
I bought a Mercury to get to Venus .But how on Earth am I ever going to get to Mars. Uranus and Neptune will ride in Pluto's car.
I love all of my friends
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