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Raven Jun 2020
Canโ€™t take it easy, not this time
Watch, I am covered in all this grime
Wish it was easy, just this time
Hear, I am wheezing a mournful whine

I think I will let myself fall
The way down is not so long
I never reached your height, never was tall
I never was as strong and now Iโ€™m gone

In the end
I wish I could see
But there is nothing to mend
And no reason to flee

In the end
I wish I could feel
There is no reason to stand
Or even to kneel

In the end
We all die alone
To death we bend
Lost without a home

Now it seems so easy to me
I let myself glide through the wind
Maybe...
This is my only chance to be free
When the branches are weary
And the leaves could only
Helplessly fall on the ground,
The birds sigh in unison.

When the clouds are in deep burdenโ€”
They try to hold it in for quite a while
Until a sudden downpour occurs,
And nostalgia creeps into every person.

As you watch all these happen,
You come to realize that sometimes
It's okay to just give in to the universe,
Because beauty isn't always in holding on.
Mr Tendy May 2020
Depressed , sadness , emotional pain, giving up hunger, hopeless sene, helpless times.

Are this what we feel at every given time.

Am I right?

Then tell me why am feel so about you right now please?

I thought you were just one of those things but it ends up that I was wrong,

You got a better grip on me than I gave you space too.

Now all of you is what I want and take it from me,

Am not giving up until you see me not ready to be giving up on.
Things are not aways  the picture we think they are until we understand them.
Tangerine May 2020
๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’
๐’ถ ๐“‚๐‘’๐“‚๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Ž
๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐’น๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ˆ ๐’ป๐“‡๐‘œ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ
๐“…๐’ถ๐“๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ธ๐“‡๐“Š๐‘’๐“
๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ป๐“๐‘’๐‘’
tainted black May 2020
...
shame,
i've forgotten how
my words used to unfurl
like a folded piece of origami

how
it felt to write
like my blood was filled
with nothing but metaphors and ink

how
my words used to fit
with each other
utterly perfect together



all i see now,
are jumbled letters
looking too foreign and alien
in my eyes; unfamiliarity


what used to be
burning passion and life
in every piece now screams;
u   b   i    q    u    i   t   y



distinctiveness,
g    o    n    e
emotion,
g    o    n     e


the story in a work done,
the feeling that emanated then,
the desire that kept it going,
g     o     n    e
it is all gone.
idrucker Apr 2020
head fuzzy and wuzzy
fatigue of the sould
won't leave me alone.

eyes have mast
4 years have passed

my stomach erupts daily
i feel 100% full crazy

unable to cope
devoid of hope

where now to turn
what is there to learn

i feel so close to the end
can't reach out to family or friend

words keep coming via mouth and key
saying goodbye to life and this cycle of hell for me
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Wenwenchi Apr 2020
Red
Crush
All those
Tender
Touches

Crumple up
Yourself
Stop holding on
Just crumble

And stay quiet
For an uncertain time
Just once

Then

Claim the sun
And obtain
Even more

Red
Your color
Shines
So unconcerned
A poem I wrote a while ago.
Who would've known it'd fit so perfectly to what happened, after writing it.
Sherenna Apr 2020
She once stared at the moon
Once tears rolled down, and tears broke free
She felt the breeze sweeping in
Until there were no tears to shed

Eyes locked to the beauty of the moon
When the scarlet tears drip from her vein
When the frantic soul was screaming and crying of a broken child
And the wind has solemnly leftย ย her bare
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