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Grace Jan 2021
What is it you want?
Absent-mindedly pick them
to better decide.
"I love him, I love him not..."
Well, I love flowers so stay away from them.

Part 3 of my Her Haiku's collection.
Grace Jan 2021
Me
I think myself tall
compared to all below me.
I've never looked up.
- I in Latin is ego -

Part 1 of my haiku collection.
mark soltero Dec 2020
we are not the same
i am different
much comparison is needed
in order to confront the truth
that you and i are not of the same species
i am not of this world
and you are of the trenches
and the pits of this forsaken space
disregarded and frail
i leave you to die here
broke boy
Eva Sep 2020
The days may die but the mission never ages
It is heavier than the world
So keep your light on
Alex Dec 2020
Darling,
I'm different.
But I don't think that you're the same,
It's such a shame
Your face erased straight from my brain
Yet, I can't explain
Why the feeling still remains.

"Okay,
I'm listening."
**** I forgot what I was to say,
You're a summers day.
My hearts been in an awful way
I'm not okay
Since my summer went away.
nevaeh Dec 2020
i remember my wandering days

when my only love were those sick streets and empty sweets
train tracks and broken bottles, running til your body aches
a place where time meant nothing and everything existed
but only i could see it

those days were before you ever knew me
days when i dyed my hair and dried flowers
days when i might have believed in magic
days when it was just me and the night sky
days when i looked down from the edge of the bridge
feeling free and empty and useless and fine with it
those days were called middle school
nevaeh Nov 2020
anything

its what happens when you dont talk to people
you dont know things

i dont know where i stand or if i have any right to stand at all

i like to assume that you think about me

maybe thats ****** up,
that i hope you miss me
that i want you to want me back

i dont know
i dont know
i never do
Green Tea Nov 2020
The same four walls, I see them everyday
There's a door to the outside
But if I leave I become the prey

Is it my fault the yelling begins?
Is it my fault I don't look that "great?"
I'd leave and swim but the sharks have fins

If I don't leave my room why do they see it as a phase?
If I don't have their name in my story why am I looked at with disdain?
I keep looking at the walls but start to feel insane

I want to leave, I want to run
I feel my mind tremble and I feel outdone
I just want to get lost because that's what's fun
I wrote this poem because I stay in my room a lot due to anxiety but whenever I leave something is occasionally said about my appearance or I'm not listened to in conversations :/
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