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Shwetha sb Jun 8
you asked me why do i always follow you?

because,i dont want to remember in future ,that you forgotten me ,I replied.....
Remember me, though I have to say goodbye.....
Anyone seen coco movie!! It's a great animation movie spreading the msg -follow your dreams...
Wrote by the inspiration given by song above !!
Snipes Jun 3
It’s 5pm, I’m in need of silence
The drinks are no longer needed
I cross my legs on my board
The wheels sit while my mind rolls
Picturing all of my madness
Photo album revels past tenses
Forecasting future storm shoots
My minds a blank canvass
Hi, I’m Drew, I’m whatever
You chose to draw me as
Me, I simply describe me
As an old soul for the soul reasoning
Of bringing a dead flower new life
The rain cuts and the light shined colorizes
You’re colored eyes mix me up
It’s all good I’m moving soberly
Yet I’m heavily tripping onward with
Everyone sketching out
My mind, screaming
But my voice doesn’t shout out
My meditation doesn’t allow it
So I quiet it down
Listening to the choir now
Daydreaming on Dalí’s drawings
We rely on time just for it to melt
These flowers we plant grow far out
And in the lake water we stare at
Reflect alternative thoughts
On the shape of our existence
Dalí illustrating my insight
My black canvas emphasizes
My meditation is just a dream
Life isn’t really this demeaning
I’m caught zoning off
My eyes open to the sun sleeping
I grab a grip
And I skate it off
Kailin Biver May 29
You want to know me?
Let’s learn the ropes that make me.

At first, you may see a confident brunette with long lashes,
Get to know me and now you see a girl that can’t quite seem to get out of these impasses.

She has picture perfect grades,
But at what cost?

The cost of her once glowing eyes,
Turned to sunken dim eyes.

The cost of her once tan skin,
Turned to a ghostly white.

The cost of what was supposed to be her lifetime best friend,
Turned to a friendship she can’t quite apprehend.

See, she’s always had that voice in the back of her head,
But lately that voice seems to want to make an appearance on what is more than the occasion.

She’s done with school so what else is there to do?
See, this is no slew.
She’s got no one to blame but herself.
So what does she do to ignore oneself?

I guess I can’t say I ignore myself
When my poetry me about none other than myself.

Maybe it’s to make me feel better.
Or maybe it’s to make me feel special.

Now that you’ve gotten a glimpse,
Do you still want to know me?
Brumous Apr 18
Blue skies, city lights
in this broad planet
You can feel small,
and you'll never know why

Look at the mirror,
let out a pitiful sigh
Ask your reflection, "who am I?"
only to never hear a reply

You look away;
as silence pierces through your lungs,
you ask the person in front of you
if you were good

"no," they said.

You shall yearn for things you cannot attain,
envy to bring thyself more excruciating pain,
tell one the untruth just like you do to, I.

Face the mirror,
find yourself,
and meet me in due time.
Lost and stuck in a trance.

I still don't like the self that I see in the mirror every day.
Yet, pointing every part of myself out is the only way to keep me from dreaming too much along with its pain.

Being left to dream the impossible is the thing I despise,
for I cannot do what I want, and this leaves me inside a cage of lies.

Made by my own hands and mind.
My Dear Poet Apr 17
I’m collecting little broken pieces of me
piecing me together,
you see

a piece at a time
each fragment you’ll find
more of me

I’m collecting little broken pieces of me
I’m finding them in places
I used to be

beneath the books I’ve read
under the words I’ve said
in the things I’ve grown
behind things I’ve known

I’m collecting little broken pieces of me
placing them together,

and finally,
when I’m done
if I’m missing one
possibly two
know this
for this is true

I’m complete
as complete as can be
its in the missing pieces
I feel more like me
Live with expectations.
Dreams get higher but never come true.
People give a lot of motivation and provide solutions.
Some say to dream as high as possible. Some say live as realistic as it is.
Some say keep trying and never give up.
Some say love yourself now as it is.
Some are silent.
Some talk a lot.
Some don't care who you are.
There are those who need each other. There are those who help each other. There are those who choose.
Some volunteered.
Some write poetry, but get nothing.
There is me among them.
Indonesia, 11th April 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
LC Apr 10
the feelings became an engraved key chain:
its grooves were made just for me.
I hid the key chain in my back pocket,
shielding it from the side eyes,
but when the people saw it,
they took out their own key chains,
and the designs were very similar.
now my key chain is in my hand,
and I show it whenever I want.
#escapril day 8!
Shwetha sb Apr 7
Like the bright star glowing in the dark,
Like the bright sun gleaming in the day,
Like the popular song stays in the mind,
Like the blood flows only through vein ,
I shall become the powerful unique....
You are more than you think, just believe in yourself!!
Ruchira Apr 6
In melancholy,
I found out about the depth,
my soul settle in ...
Raven Apr 5
I feel it....
The urge,
The scratch,
The knuckle,
The crack,
The sound,
The glimpse,
The silence....

Change, inwardly evolving into every step I make, every word I say, every breath I take.
What is at stake?

I struck myself at a forsaken introspection.
Becoming, someone new.
Someone dark, and someone light.
Someone who I never thought I could be.
Intensity strikes and the magic I have been hiding resurfaces.
I am many forms...
Of me.

I then, start to see.
She was just a cover, but now I unfold and surface at my most enlightened peak.
I feel me, I know me.
Yet, it's a monumental battle of self, constantly changing, having different outlooks.
Allowing perception to take shape into different formulas.

I found myself, lost in the darkness, and lost in the light.
The substantial view of solitude has awoken a part of me that was lurking in the shadows of what I thought I was losing.

Space, moving slowly, at a pace, with no fight or race, but a high vibration of intentional awareness that I now foresee, down, and high, the pits of me as I grow to actually be.

The me I had lost, the new version of what I thought me would be.
Profusely intertwining with chaotic yet peaceful mindless thoughts.

I feel it...
No hassle,
No chase,
No worry,

Just peace.
I accept me.
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