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Bri Jun 18
I cover my tears
Masks made of too bright smiles
My eyes hold tears of sadness,
Though they see them as tears of joy
I drown my thoughts with lyrics
When they become to much to bear
I talk too freely,
laugh too loud,
Just to cover up the silence
The darkness clouds my brain,
My thoughts,
my feelings
I hide my pain with my humor,
But the jokes feel empty when I’m alone
The silence screams louder than I ever could
And I can’t say it out loud
I know they would laugh it off
Or tell me:
“That’s not you”
star Jun 18
i like you 6.17.25 (8:36 pm / 10:36)
i like you
not that kind of like, i just like you
i liked you when you said hi to me
i liked you when you smiled and it looked real
really real
i like you because you care and you remember and you seem to know everything

i liked you when you said
this gives me hope for our future
i liked you when you told me it would be alright

i liked you when you laid beside me on the woodchips
my head on your shoulder
and we stared at the sky

i like you
you know what it is to be sad
and you remember kindergarten
feeling alone
afraid to ask for friends

i like you
can we be friends?

[playing: rain by cavetown offline]
hehehe
Zelda Jun 18
I told him
I’d like to die in Italy—  
A last meal rich with sauce and starch,
Wine, sweet and sharp
And a sunset setting over the vineyard

He asked,
“What about dolma in Greece?”

“With you?”
“With me.”

"I could eat—"

Wearing my blue dress—
the one that shows too much skin—
it’s a myth:
Artemis and Endymion,
sleeping sea, silent shore—
never touching, always returning,
sharing dolma in Greece.

He wonders
if we’d get along
in person,
in conversation,
sharing dolma in Greece.

Not that it matters.
But we’d be fine—
friends
sharing dolma in Greece.

The sun never has to set,
dancing, laughing, sharing
Dolma in Greece—
May 10, 2025
Emery Feine Jun 17
I was sinking to the bottom of the ocean
I hoped you hadn't pushed me
I looked at you with tears in my eyes
I hoped you didn't see

I was waiting for you
Waiting for you to return
I was waiting for you to call
I hope one day I'll learn

I saw you choose your friends over me
But did I cross the line?
And I saw blood on your hands
I just hoped it wasn't mine
death to the lover that you were dreaming of
Maria Jun 15
Amidst the crowd she’s alone,
Amidst all hundreds of friends and others.
She’s alone. She sits by herself.
Amidst empty and worthless dialogues.

It’s as if she’s being overlooked.
It’s like as if she’s in silence cloud.
Her thoughts are quiet for all them.
She’s far away. She’s lost in the crowd.

She lives in her own world of dreams,
Without fictions, lies and falsehood.
Her footsteps are quiet for others as streams.
Nobody knows what'll be her remote.

And she lives in her tiny world.
Worries and fears are endless there.
It seems as if she’s attached in whole
To all her pain, which bites and bares.
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 💖
Michael Shave Jun 14
Nigel was a Scotchman
Who wore the kilt an aw,
He stained it with some marmalade
And rubbed his sporran raw.

A habit from his army days
When dressed in jungle green.
And pretty girls were few and far
And Nigel far too mean

To spend his hard-earned pennies
On bowls of mutton stew,
So, he took to nightly rubbing
Of his sporran - wouldn’t you?

But we all love you, Nigel.
Aye, hail, and rain doth blaw,
You great Scotch *** in jam smeared kilt.
Ye Guffey **** an aw.
Yuz Jun 14
I wasn’t looking for you.
I was too tired from giving my all to someone who didn’t know how to hold it.
I thought love was always supposed to hurt —
that being “too emotional” was a flaw.

Then you showed up.
Not loud, not dramatic — just real.
You matched my vibe like we’d known each other in another life.
You made me laugh without trying. You made me feel seen without asking.

You’re pretty as hell, and I don’t just mean your looks —
though God knows you’re insanely fine.
It’s the way your presence steals the room without asking for attention.
The way your energy wraps around people like sunlight,
and your charm?
Witchcraft. Beautiful, addictive, terrifying witchcraft.

And here I am —
scared to fall again,
but somehow already falling.
Because with you, it doesn’t feel like crashing.
It feels like landing.

So if this is love —
I’m not running.
Not this time.
Yuz Jun 14
We used to sit with little grins
Two tiny hearts in quiet wins
Dreaming big behind our eyes
Like stars that hadn’t touched the skies

Those classroom talks still live with me
Your laugh, your light, the way we’d be
And even now, with time and miles
I think of you and start to smile

You’re kind, you’re bright, a gentle flame
The kind the world can’t quite name
And on this day, i hope you see
How much you really mean to me

You’ve always had that quiet grace
A lovely soul, a glowing face.
So happy birthday .
Here is my part.
A little poem, from the heart .
From the heart
Anahí Ake Jun 11
Suave llena de sonrisas,
Sola siendo sencilla,
Que no domina estar en esa silla,
Vuelo tras vuelo, nostalgia tras algas.

Una amistad está en juego,
Tristes y felices en ese momento,
Peones y peones, arruinaron lo perfecto,
Palabras y letras , arruina lo imperfecto.

Ricitos lleno de amor,
Como un simple nombre se nombró ,
Dio y no dio, que se originó bolillo,
Olvide y se quedó, lo que me obsequió,
Algo que sería nuestro, se destruyó,
Como paisaje en NY.

Amistad sincera y ruidosa,
Porque nunca fuimos silenciosas,
Horas tras horas, ojeras tras ojeras,
Éramos las únicas, mejores amigas,
Éramos las más perfectas, en esa época,
Lágrimas y lágrimas, pérdidas silenciosas,
juntas nos levantábamos, juntas estábamos
¿Fue solo un sueño del paisaje en NY?

A las dos nos gustaba junio,
Por las lluvias con llamadas,
Diarias risas, varias nostalgias,
La temporada de lluvia, hace recordarlo,
Pero tú no estás acá para recomendarlo.

Vivir duelos, me hiciste verlos,
Me volviste más fuerte,
Me construí, gracias a ti,
Soy como soy, por ti,
Dulce pero amarga, es Anna,
“era linda pero débil”
Pero morenita construyó a Anna.

Cuidad de luces y pantallas,
Paisajes hermosos de idioma diferente,
Tomaste el avión sin despedirte,
Que mi corazón se quedó triste,
Al terminar algo que nunca estuviste.

No quería reemplazarte,
Pero han pasado 4 años,
Que el amor y la amistad , duelen similar,
Pero en esta ocasión, esta amistad.

No estás muerta, estás muerta en mí,
Sigo pensado que tú eras,
El complemento de Anna,
Así que Anna fingía amar y querer,
Cuando alguien ocupó tu lugar.

Morenita de cabello *****,
¿Dime que te hice?,
Porque esto no tuvo fin,
Si eras el complemento perfecto,
De un paisaje sin defectos,
Lleno sin contexto.

Morenita de cabello *****,
Playera de linda vista,
Libros con playa,
Era esa chica que se llamaba
“Mi mejor amiga “,
Donde ambas fuimos felices,
en mis sueños tristes.
Best friends?

Anna~
Ria Jun 11
To be in the middle is to be surrounded
By warmth, love, acceptance
I am in the middle
I have never felt so alone
Two friend groups clash
I observe
I keep to myself
I refuse to take a side
I am in the center of everything
Yet I am all alone
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