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Oh the day when the sun hid,
Darkness rose, dancing in gloom
The leaves and flowers, are shed
Black roses had begun to bloom.

The Sun, high and bright,
Was not seen since the day.
Dweller of solar light,
Prepared sacrifices to pray.

But nil response they got,
And generations went by.
The youngster all forgot,
The ball of hope, above & high.

The sun was a forgotten tale,
None awaited his arrival.
Who still desired the scorching gale,
Were fanatics, in denial.
The "Sun" was gone,
Kaiden Feb 19
A poet's last poem.
Death's lullaby.
Words forever forgotten,
To be discovered,
And never understood.
I felt like this one would make a good 100th poem. Not perfect but whatever :3
Andrew Feb 17
Tulips
Common, trusted, beloved.
Planted in gardens, gifted in joy,
Welcomed without a second thought.

And then—me.
Fragile, fleeting, misplaced.
Sought only in sorrow, left to wither,
A beauty seen too late,
A name too easily forgotten.

Lycoris Radiata.
Vianne Lior Feb 17
The past is a crime scene.
Your mind, the only witness.
But every time you return,
the bloodstains have moved,
the body is missing,
and the killer looks like you.

guilt is a master forger
Asher Feb 14
Once a hand held me,  
now I rust in silent dirt,  
spikes dulled by lost wars.
Dee Nore Feb 12
I am slipping away
My face blurred in memory
My name fading on the edge of their lips
I was reaching for something i could not hold,
trying to exist in a world that never wanted me, never saw me

And then you came
You spoke my name

Like it had never been lost
Like I had not fading
Like I had always been real to you

I had wanted to live
Where I belong
To be seen, to be known
To be cared, to be loved
To be Remembered.

And I never knew why—
Until I saw you

You had held onto every part of me, even when i had forgotten myself
You were more than just the one who brought me back
more than just back to who i was
more than just back to where i belonged

You were the reason.

The reason I fought against the silence.
The reason I held on when the world tried to erase me.
The reason I longed for something more than just existing.

And i knew then— I was never lost.
i wrote this after i read a mystery story of a girl who was never a human and living in the unknown world, met with a boy and after she met him, she wanted to be a human, and living in his world but in return the boy himself was sacrifice his life (trapped in her unknwon world) to made her became a human 😭😭 the story ends with a happy ending tho. it was a beautiful story
Kim Seul Feb 6
Day by day,
I forget more and more,
Memories I adore,
Leads me astray.
Syafie R Jan 20
I know the way, 

but my body has forgotten

what it feels like to move.

Each breath is a weight I can’t lift,

each step a promise I can’t keep.
I’m losing myself in a room

where the lights are on,

but no one’s looking.

I’m here and not here,

a name no one calls,

a shadow no one sees.
What’s left when you’ve gone

but no one notices?

What’s left when the silence

is all you’ve become?
The broken promises

Pile up in the corner

Left behind

A feeling of guilt

Evaded

Because no one can remember

The oath once sworn

When lost to the power of time










The unfinished ideas

Flowing freely like a river

Always starting

Quite plentiful

Until all that’s left

Is a trickle

For all things

Are forgotten with time




Words on a paper

Mark down the past

Yet it only takes

A single act

To go away forever

The shredded pieces

Fall before your eyes

Maybe one day

They say

You will find out why

The reason you are here

But that will have to wait for another time




When the act began

You found no way to stop

Backs turned

Eyes glared

Curses flew

And all towards you

Thrown to the side

They don’t remember you

Wishful thinking

That it was just at the wrong time










A word once spoken

A commitment lost

An excuse made

I was busy

It wasn’t my fault

Because no one can admit

That they forgot

That they never even cared

Knowing that one day you will forget

Because nothing escapes

The power of time
Apparently written at 1:30 in the morning.  It's about so many people at the same time I can't even name them
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