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Write.
Stain the whiteness,
With my likeness.
My Poetry
Ithaca Apr 2019
Hi
Today I learned that the very thing giving me hope was the only thing standing in my way
One day I’ll learn to say something back that isn’t “Wassup”
This is the **** that keeps me up at night
Ithaca Apr 2019
I still look for you
You whose faces I know
Are you still looking for me
And will you stop to say hello?
If I don’t, it just means I’m scared for no reason at all. See y’all soon •>•
Loser Apr 2019
It's been a while.
It's my fault we haven't talked.
I got new CD's.
I got new friends.
I'm not too sure if any of them helped.
But I got happier too.
I still wear black, but it's paired with a smile.
I hope you found happiness too...
I still have downs.
I still miss you.
I have a **** ton to tell you.
Did you know I play guitar now?
Did you know I have a tattoo?
I don't know when I will see you again.
If I do, I don't know if I will say hello.
But know that I miss you.
know that you're not forgotten.
i'm sure that you will never read this. i guess that's okay
cyrene Mar 2019
Oh sweet pea,
you were unaware
of the cruel world.

Your pure light radiates
through the hearts of the devil.

Those sparkling ocean eyes
begging for love
so tender.

Truly a heart of gold, I can say
but I am no worthy as I am just as
a withered flower like everyone else
Are we different?
Vic Apr 2019
Hello there.
Same sentence,
Different voice.
But I want to hear yours.
I dreamed about you last night.
Not really a surprise.
Just desire.
What?
I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #20
Rekha Nur Alisha Mar 2019
They were two lines alike
in resonance at first sight but crumbles
trumbles, and vanishes
to what-ifs and could-haves
of lost goodbyes and almost hellos
Annika J Mar 2019
A message
An email
A wave
A "hello"

And I get so happy

It doesn't have to be anything special
It's just so nice to be reminded
That you exist
Ah, romance. I may be young and dumb, but at least I don't have the romantic ideals I had in 3rd grade. That was a travesty.
Safiya Husain Mar 2019
Like a harbour docked with ships ,
That Leave and arrive in the guidance of a light house, is my heart.
A shelter to the arriving and departing love.
Yes, but...non-guided.
Wrecked,Wretched and awful.
That once rented a gruesome space
to a soujourner.
A tenent unknown and untrustworthy.
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