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Jess Jul 2020
Hard lines, sharp edges
would like to wash the harshness away
My maturity nudges me to stay
to breathe and
face these aspects
You are not me
yet I feel like I'm blowing away

A large deep breath
as I remain and allow
I walk and move
shifting energy around

Heavy focus dazed in and out
I allow myself
I open now
I feel myself challenged again and again,
but I remain here
present, staring

you straight in the eye.
My creation
buckles under my gaze
it tries to play games
but it cannot sustain.

My stomach churns,
skin chilled yet burns
But I remain.
Here, observing
Never truly fading

Burned away
in a fiery haze
yet
I still Remain.
Nov 8, 2019
Mari Jun 2020
I'm not sensitive,
The world is just
Too harsh.
Quarantinistani Apr 2020
"So if I do that, nothing can hurt me?
"No, Abdullah, it won't stop the bullets.
If someone is trying to hurt you,
you have to call the police or get help, okay?"
"Even if it's Mommy?"
"Where's daddy?"
"He's never home."
"..."
Cox Apr 2020
Autumn is harsh. Colder. Days feel shorter.
It may try to take your petals. So darling, be brave.
Be strong. Try to smile.
I promise it won’t last for long.
After all, it’s only seasonal.
Sadie Grace Apr 2020
Winds blow trees back and forth
Thunder booms, rain pelts my face
Call it harsh but I love it
Call it dark but I live for this
Nature demonstrates exactly how my soul is feeling  
I’m a spring storm, longing for a sunny summer
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2020
And
When asked
What was the harsh thing you ever said?

For that
Bip
Bip
Bip
He/She replied
Genre: Humor
Theme: Did you listen?
Note: Then you may have understood.
Gaurang Rai Mar 2020
Twinkle twinkle, you little star,
You don’t deserve this world, by far.
For you got killed with such brutality,
By a few who can’t be questioned about their mentality.

You got dragged into something you could barely
understand,
The aftermath of which left you with a broken hand,
They dispatched you at a dump, cold and dead,
After the sadistic thought of seeking vengeance struck
their head.

Maggots had fested your body,
Rodents had bitten your leg down to bones,
How could they even fathom something so dastard,
Those men without backbones.

As you laid there in the dump,
Your eyes gouged out.
As it reflected your helplessness,
A cleaner saw it and let out a shout.

As the news spread across the nation,
Every citizen might have had a similar notion,
‘Twinkle twinkle, you little star,
You don’t deserve this world, by far!’
Twinkle,a young toddler who hailed from Aligarh, India was brutally tortured and killed by two men in a fit of rage over a petty issue. The brutality was such,it left the nation shell shocked.
Being honest can either go two ways.
You can have everything,
or you can have nothing at all.
whoever Mar 2020
there are seven billion people here
millions of whom
have killed
and robbed
and stabbed
and lied
and spit
and cheated
and you hate you
why
seven billion people
and you hate the only person
who looks through your eyes
and is innocent when shot
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