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Poetic T Jul 2019
Yesterday is either a
                          regret.

Or a moment that
                      fills us with

contemplation that we

                 did something right.

But if a regret,
         we look into the
                  past.

So not to repeat the errors
that befell us,
       and brought us to the cliff

of which we jumped from.

Landing anew to the realisation,
   that we may jump.

But we will
          always land at a new point
                        of learning.
Bhill Jul 2019
I remember a lot of really good things
Like the time I had my very own swing

It was rope and wood and hung from a tree
It was always there to help me be free

I would swing so high I could see the next street
Back and forth with my legs to go higher was a treat

Sometimes I would be brave and try a big jump
Flying through the air and land with a thump

Oftentimes, that trick would really really work
Sometimes, however, it really really hurt

I like looking back to simpler times
When the fun was fun and it wasn't a crime

When people we're people and jokes we're jokes
No one got mad at what life did provoke...

Brian Hill - 2019 # 177
What do you remember?..?
c Jun 2019
Jumping into puddles
And jumping into love
Both leave me so muddled
And I just can’t get enough

But mud belongs in puddles
And flower petals fall
This “he loves me, he loves me not”
Will surely end it all
Anastasia Jun 2019
She was standing in front of me.
I could reach out and touch her.
She refused to look at me.
“Please… Just tell me.”
I asked her.
She still didn’t turn, but I heard her sigh.
“Because.”
She said.
“Because you, are beautiful. You hold the stars in your hands, lightning in your head, the moon in your eyes, and all I want to do is to touch you. To hold you. But I always have to stand behind a fence, a wall of glass. You hold the stars in your hands.”
Her voice started to falter.
“And me?”
She asked, as she slowly turned around.
“I am poison.”
She said as I saw her violet eyes,  brimming with tears.
And she jumped.
a short story i wrote a while ago. someone liked the one i posted so i dug up some of my other similar ones for them. hope u enjoy <3
Anastasia Jun 2019
We sat on the railing, high above the building, like we were on the edge of the world.
The moon breathed our names, and they soaked into the purple sea.
Raindrops land on my hands, softly pattering against my palms.
The candles, fizzle out, bathing the world in darkness.
But the raindrops on my hands turn into stars, and suddenly, I realized that you were the brightest thing I could ever see.
I wanted to show you, but you were gone. I looked down, to see you fall.
I close my eyes when you hit the ground, but that doesn’t stop me from crying.
I get to the ground as soon as I can.
The neon violet light shines against your skin, making you shine more than I had ever seen you.
You’re right there, blinding me, yet no one sees you.
They’re so sharp, the shards of your broken heart.
They surround you, glinting and sparkling as the starlight rain falls on your face.
I pick up a piece and draw one last picture for you.
a short story i wrote a long time ago. i thought it was soft of poetic, so i decided to post it. hope you like it <3
Luna Maria May 2019
decide between stepping back
or jumping
to fall from
heights that used to scare me
because I'm not afraid anymore
to fall down and reach
the bottom
of
my soul

but it's easier
to just
fall asleep.
to scared to leave, to tired to stay.
c May 2019
The longer I stand
At the edge of the cliff
I cannot tell
If the sign reads
“Caution”
Or
“Welcome”
sadsalt May 2019
I'm standing
on the top of
the cliff
breathing.
observing.
and i'm so
tempted
to just jump
but I'm
looking down
and I'm scared
what if it still
doesn't end,
after I
fall?
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