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Rhea Shergill Jul 2020
I close my eyes and see it
my bed, my joint, my desk
my dream can't it come true even a bit?
is it so difficult I ask?


Just a hint and I would have learnt
there wouldn't have been the need for that
it tore me up and left me burnt,
with no place left for me to fall apart

It had happened before, but not like this
which left me into tiny bits
I’m still looking for her,
she'll pull me out of the pit.

I'm trying to make things all right
jumping through big and small hoops
who will support me during this fight?
now, I’m stuck in a big loop.

My reflection refuses to be mine
it refuses and becomes blind
"where is that child who's lost in time?"
it asks searching my mind.

I found her alas, hidden inside me,
she once lost and retrieved so deep within
it took her a while to decide to be or not to be
She's now trying to live her life given.

She apologizes, she’s sorry for it
but she still can’t bring me back the time I’ve lost
No matter what she does I'll still be in bits
I’m no Supergirl to forgive and have a blast.

One chance is all she asks,
I'll give it to her we both need it.
We've made mistakes in various tasks,
And we both know now how to do it.


I close my eyes and see it,
my bed, my joint, my desk
I ask her and with our faces lit
we march together to conquer the rest.
Cox Jul 2020
I want to live in your bloom.
Like a red blood cell in your vein, forever apart of you.
watching you gracefully conquer life,
maturing into the flower you needed to be.
Mahesh Shroff Jun 2020
Pretended to be a monster
pretended to be a monk
I pretended to be a saint
I pretended to be drunk

now I live by the mountain
dropping peace bombs
for my own protection
for some misdirection

pretended to be a lover
pretended to be the savior
pretended to be a soldier
I pretended for my neighbor

now I live by the sea
collecting scrapes and stones
to build a new home
for my crippled core

now I'm stuck in a rut
wih no place to go
so I live by myself
and I pretend no more
James Rives May 2020
have you ever felt a friendship die,
gasping for its last breath between scattered texts and awkward compliments?
each wincing inhale a deliberate pause
to find the words you force
yourself to want.
you may need each other but the knife
between the ribs didn’t.
time won’t heal what’s already dead
but the memory of it may be beautiful
and kind like ocean air before your lips
are parched, a firm kiss you want to linger (and does), a lightning bolt against the ****** that reminds you of their warmth.
ms reluctance Apr 2020
They said I blew
it out of proportion.
I was told to let it go
so I did the mature thing
and looped an uptight string  
around its neck, strangled
it in a vexed snaggle,
before setting it free
to float. I let it go;
(though, not really).

Good advice must be broken
into bite sized pieces
so as to avoid choking
on its well-meaning intent.

Now,
I carry it with me every day
but it is a weight off my shoulders.
They say it suits me.
I agree.
What a facetious accessory it is –  
maturity!
NaPoWriMo Day 21
Poetry form: Free Verse
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Thirty
by Michael R. Burch

Thirty crept upon me slowly
with feline caution and a slowly-twitching tail;
she waited three decades for the winds to shift;
now, claws unsheathed, she lies ready to assail
her defenseless prey.

Keywords/Tags: thirty, age, aging, maturity, time, creep, creeping, ambush, feline, predator
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