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Abhishek kumar Jan 2021
I would like to be a beautiful memory
Then a forgettable past
And in order to achieve this
I leave people before they have a chance
Mark Wanless Jan 2021
i shot a question
into the air   i landed
in my human mind
Garrett Johnson Dec 2020
Crackling leaves on the walk home.

French hysterics.
Off the deep end in chasm.
Manic.
Sequence fathom through the room light.
Dreadful.
Sarcastic rummaging through cheek bones as papier-meche.
Quiet.
Rubbing eyes.
Folding Sweatshirt to tunneling tunes that keep you alive long enough.


Garrett Johnson.
Sour, didn't know and Michelle's gone
sage Dec 2020
several months ago, i wrote about love.
how i thought it would be fire, sunlight, a single candle in an empty room.
i built a girl to put all my love into so i had a way to let it out,
but i had never loved then, and now i have.

i love a girl with short hair and dark eyes who is allergic to all my favourite foods,
and she made me realise that loving was easier than i feared.
i love her without hesitation, without waiting, without restraint.
but when she loved me back i was afraid. i'm afraid now.

because what happens when - not if- she wakes up and sees me as i do?
she sees she was wrong, and i am not warm or kind or anything she thinks of me.
and a voice whispers above the fear that maybe she's right, and i am wrong.
if she does not see how awful i am, how awful could i really be?

she thinks i am good to her because i am good. but its not true.
i love her because of her, not myself.
i am good for her because i want her to be happy with me, and i want to deserve the esteem she holds me in.

and in the core of my heart i know i'm just scrambling for reasons to ruin things,
because i'm happy in a way i've never been before.
and i hold onto her like i am afraid she'll vanish once my brain stops screaming at me.
i wonder how she can look at me and not be repelled like i am.

but i don't think i would hate myself if i were somebody else.
if i was a stranger, what would i think?
the truth is, i don't think I'm a bad person.
i think i am loved and that terrifies me.
because what have i done to deserve it?
it cannot be enough.

i was used to dealing with myself at my worst,
to licking my wounds like a cat in silence
but now she is here and determined to stay
and i want her to.
so if she wants to see everything i will let her,
and the rest is her choice to make
i love my gf but not myself it seems
Gidgette Nov 2020
I slept for just a bit. As I tend to do. Where are all the great poets I knew and loved. Where is Wordvango? Where is Jennie? Where is Mr WCA?
Kayla Nov 2020
The bright shining rays that the summer sun always seems to bring, escapes through your smile without fail every time I’m with you. Even at the start of a crisp winter, as the fluffy snow begins to set, your laugh will always remind me of the smell of morning dew resting on a lawn of freshly mowed grass. As your eyes light up and the sun begins to hit them. I can feel the lilacs start to bloom, and the bees buzz as they make the honey that also happens to remind me of you, since I cant help but stick to you whenever I’m by your side.
Be all of this as it may, you yourself are not some extravagant iris or tulip, but a little yellow dandelion that happened to wander into my peaceful garden of eden.
I’m not angry about this, I’m not even annoyed. Dandelions are plentiful yet beautiful and vibrant flowers that I cant help but stop and stare at when I see one, much less a flurry of them.
So just remember when you’re at your lowest low and, can only think of yourself as a ****, I yearn for you to know that through my eyes I see a lively powerful flower that can take over an entire garden of asters, daisies, and daffodils with a little tough love, all you need is the courage to do so and you can take over the world just as you did my heart.


My darling you’re the light of my life I only wish for you to see how amazing you truly are, and one day I know you will.
Shevaun Stonem Nov 2020
Still, I rise from the ashes
And pieces unknown.
Moments and memories,
Dreams and mourns.
Still, I rise like a plant
That first pushes away the dirt
Growing towards the sun
In joy and mirth.
And for the grass to seem greener,
It has to constantly rain.
And while it may seem duller,
It washes away my pain.
And I’ll rise from my remains
Like a Phoenix from its ashes,
A winner born out of
Broken dreams, hopes, and wishes.

shevaun stonem
here's an ode to all those who continue to persevere no matter how hard it gets. keep going, you got this. you really do!
Mark Wanless Nov 2020
i understand
more than i do
sometimes i do not understand
what i choose not to
kiran goswami Nov 2020
A colon stands for something;
a semi-colon stands before something.



I think I am the former.
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