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My Dear Poet Dec 2021
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Andrew Nov 2021
I see myself -
wrinkles
cover my eyes,

a smile
surrounds my words
and I

am old,
but I am happy
Hannah Nov 2021
some things are better left unsaid, yes.

but watching people talk and write down about things that’s hurt them, heavily to the point they chose to sleep on them has got to be the most beautiful thing in the world to me. I only write when I feel these emotions, right in the deepest center of the realization. that’s when you know there’s a slightest meaning when you’re all lost and never want to be found again.
I write down when I’m fully aware of myself and my surroundings because I know for a fact that the next day I will feel empty and I could do anything to fill this vacant hole, again.
And I decide to read and read until I detach myself from the everlasting numbness for I can feel again and write down another poem about it.
It could take weeks maybe months but if it has meaning, it is definitely worth all the energy you can give.
Guray Gunay Oct 2021
What is the meaning of this?
What were the first words Adam has cried?

Are we the center of all this?
But the stars shall survive a billion life times after man has perished.

Does he really love us?
Then why was Khayyam furious!?

So we have free will?
Then why don’t I feel like I’m in control?

Do we really matter?
But we are as fragile as a feather?

Why are we always in such a hurry?
Time has walls that are invulnarable and steady.
Ces Oct 2021
42
Life's meaning is a number: 42
For the universe won't care about me and you
It's up to us to seek out what's true
Or, remain in silent despair
Like some people do.

Deep Thought has proclaimed:
"Existence means the number 42"
Absurd, odd, unacceptable
Some might vehemently argue

But Deep Thought was right
And we still have no clue
For the reason why you're here
Is really up to you.
Deep Thought is a super-intelligent computer from the novel "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."
One person finding a path
for
morals, improvement, humility,
could bring down
the wall of vice, changing
the whimper into a bang
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgZCmCJJoCVwq2M3GH8VzLQ
Aislinn Vesper Oct 2021
You would say life is how you make it,
but I dont agree.
Sometimes you can try your hardest
and still feel on a ground,
not able to get up, not able to see.

There are times,
when I dont see light.
Sometimes, just one sparkle would be enough.
Thats what makes me hold on.
Life is not always bad but often it is.

I guess what makes it good is the feeling.
Being important, being pretty, being active.
Being enough and still be you.

I remember times when I didnt think of
not being enough.
I was a kid who didnt have a reason to feel that way.
But as I was growing up,
all the things around me,
make me feel like giving up,
on everything I want to be.

I dont know, is it reversible?
I always try my hardest in everything I do.
I try to be the best student,
the best friend,
the best girlfriend.
But all I feel like is fail because
everytime I turn around,
some things just disappear.
Why they cannot just be good I ask.
Why?
Dear past self.
If you read this, you might realize that you have been through a lot of difficult things.
Look at yourself in front of the mirror so you could see yourself that has grown into a strong person.
You might have gone through so much pain and scars that you are no longer trying to cover up.
You have had enough and even more than enough.
Let time give you a chance to meet with happiness so you can see that the world is full of beautiful people.
Let them surround you, fill your days with meaning, and drive away your loneliness.
Let them be proud of who you are now.
You are extraordinary.
Indonesia, 21st September 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
My Dear Poet Aug 2021
My dreams recognise me no more
and therefore,
I no longer sleep in a strangers bed
instead,
beneath a foreign faceless moon
I now lay my head

I visit the nameless night by noon
and soon,
by a lake where none know my name
flames,
at candlelit dinners lined to an unfamiliar tune
Shadows dance insane
on walls of my mind and moon

Like black cloth cloaks hidden eyes beneath a hood,
I brood
fire that flickers contours of your face,
grace
the distant chants beyond the unseen hills
It wills, another world, in another time,
and another place
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