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The clock is
ticking so fast.
It won’t be easy
letting it all go.

I dread the day when
so much has passed.
That I forget the ones
who helped me grow.

I would like to say
we’ll keep in touch.
And I would like to
think it will all work out.

But life won’t like
that too much.
This I know
without a doubt.
Stone. Cold. Truth.
Do you ever think about how everyone has their own personal version of the world?
Everyone is seeing through different colored lenses,
Some people may see beauty while others see pain,
Some see sunshine while others see rain,
But no matter what one thing remains the same,

Everyone has something or someone they care about,
And if you really care about something, you should never let it go,
Because only by caring,
Will we ever truly grow
For Valentine's day. Because it isnt about caring for someone romantically, it's about caring about someone period.
Pyrrha 5d
I'm like the root of a tree,
All my strength hides beneath the surface
While all my weaknesses are exposed to every season
Trembling in winter, blooming in spring
Burning in summer, changing in autumn
But my roots stay strong and grounded
They hold all my passion, all my determination

So long as my roots stay strong, all my leaves can burn
I'll allow my bark to be torn apart, carved into
If it makes you happy
But I will continue to grow, to change
Because my roots stretch far and deep
I will bend and break, but I will grow back
Much greener and with more passion than before

You can destroy me on the surface,
But deep inside the earth's protective embrace
You can't harm me
Frustrations mixed with delusions of grandeur, sipping on CrynChronic, at least Tails had Sonic. what good is a view if it’s covered in fog, haha look at the *** on the log. Oops it’s a mirror, no Alexa five more minutes, once my eyes open the anxiety starts, the peace departs, the draining begins, I’m losing my wind.

Glass #2 is a trip I want to cancel, no insurance so it takes its toll. I want to buy make up stock so credit it is. The interest is high so I bet on my feelings. District 13 odds but we came from the ground, shh not a sound, keep the tension inside. They say the greatest earthquakes come from the littlest lies. Remember the fruit! Every misstep is a big step, every bad course is a crash course, every tall tale is an exhale. Grow Up. I learn from the lessons but feed my depression, no free lunch, please charge my aggression. Insufficient funds when I withdraw my resentment. Look at the time it’s a quarter past regret, I hear they spit in your drink here. Another excuse to tighten the noose. Glass half full, no waiter thanks, I’m not thirsty.
Stop watering dead flowers
that they will grow again
Roses are
violets are blue.
Daisys are
so grow them too.
I'll let you in
this garden of happiness
and together
we can
forget about our loneliness.
we'll grow old,
and the flowers.
And there will be no such thing as
no seconds, minutes,
or hours.
But when the flowers do begin
to fade,
I turn my head
to find out
that all you did
was fake.
And we’ll go on living
like we are in love
but really there’s nothing left.
Nothing but dust.
After publishing my poem, 'Roses are red', I got comments(or perhaps I should say suggestions) from Renee Danes and Rain(both wonderful poets you should totally check out!) and this poem is the result. Though parts of the poem were changed, I give much of the credit to Renee Danes and Rain and thank them both very much for their suggestions that hopefully made my poetry somewhat better.
Nik Bland Feb 6
You will never break me
I can do that by myself
I’ve seen in my life’s undertaking
There’s very chances at help

Every moment is waking
Even when eyes are closed
As I slumber, the ground is quaking
What I’ll wake to, I don’t know

There will always be this fear
Just in different increments
Anxiety dwelling near
And the things it presents

No pity is wanted
This is said for understanding
There caverns of my mind are haunted
By wound, by weight, by branding

Don’t even try to push me
I am falling just fine
I’m not expecting any cushioning
But there’s a slight hope I’ll fly

The wings have yet to sprout out
Whether they will or not, who knows
We all crash, of that there is no doubt
But from it, not all of us grow
Monet Echo Feb 4
Perfection is a goal
No man can truly claim
Growth is a goal
Any man can attain

Strive for perfection
And you'll be aggravated
Stride towards improvement
And you'll be appreciated
Just a little encouragement. No one's perfect, and it's useless to set a goal you can never reach. Try to improve and grow. Don't set your focus on perfection or you'll consistently let yourself down.
We sat
in the back of your pick up truck
holding hands
watching the waves crashing in
the salty wind in our faces
as the sun set
painting our souls gold
words were no longer spoken
we just watched the world grow old
Sea Feb 2
When I'm in my pain
I feel as if I could bear
a thousand scars
and still survive.

As one realization after another
rose up in me and wrecked my mind,
while remembering their loveless behavior
I suddenly understood that
Letting go
starts with the truth.
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