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Jeremiah Mhlongo Dec 2020
𝖳𝗁𝖾 π—‹π–Ύπ—†π–Ίπ—‚π—‡π—Œ π—‡π—ˆπ— 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 π–Ίπ–Ώπ—π–Ύπ—‹π—€π—…π—ˆπ—π—Œ,
𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗍 π—π–Ίπ—Œ 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 π—„π—‡π—ˆπ—π—‡,
π–­π—ˆπ— π—‚π—‡π—π—ˆ π—Œπ—π–Ίπ–½π—ˆπ—π—’ π—Œπ–Όπ—ˆπ—‹π–Όπ—π—‚π—‡π—€ π–½π–Ίπ—’π—Œ,
π–³π—π—‚π—Œ π–¬π—Žπ—Œπ–Όπ—…π–Ύπ–½ 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 π–»π–Ίπ—‹π–Ύπ—Œ π–Ύπ–Όπ—π—ˆ'π—Œ,
𝖳𝗁𝖾 π—†π–Ύπ—…π—ˆπ–½π—’ π—ˆπ–Ώ π—†π–Ύπ—…π–Ίπ—‡π–Όπ—π—ˆπ—…π—’,
𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 π—…π—ˆπ—π–Ύ π–½π—ˆ π–Ώπ—ˆπ—‹ 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇?
π–₯π—‹π—ˆπ—† 𝖺 π–»π–Ύπ–Ίπ—Žπ—π—‚π–Ώπ—Žπ—… π—†π–Ύπ—†π—ˆπ—‹π—’ π—Œπ—ˆ 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,
π–­π—ˆπ— 𝖺𝗇 π–Ίπ–Ώπ—π–Ύπ—‹π—€π—…π—ˆπ— π—‚π—‡π—π—ˆ π—‚π—π—Œ 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁,
π–²π—Žπ–Όπ— 𝖺𝗋𝖾 π—†π–Ίπ—π—π–Ύπ—‹π—Œ 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 π—π–Ίπ—‡π—€π—Œ 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇,
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 π—Œπ—π–Ίπ—…π—… π—ˆπ—‡π—…π—’ π—π–Ίπ—Œπ—π–Ύ π—‰π–Ύπ—‡π—Œ.
You get what you are given, you only receive to yourself what you deserve.
Datore Fargo Dec 2020
Jar
You say,
you’re like,
a bottle.
Filling it,
with emotions,
until it cracks,
and breaks.
I am,
no chance,
in hell,
a bottle.
More like,
a jar,
shoved to,
the brim,
haphazardly.
I may not,
be as fragile,
definitely,
not as,
pretty.
Under pressure,
I may just,
burst,
into pieces.
In the end,
I’ll just leave you,
covered in,
scratches.
tanglaw Nov 2020
The pouring of the gentle rain reminds me of you,
I trace silent tears right on my windowpane.
The sound of raindrops and the darker hue -
it's making me sad
just like when I think of you.
aviisevil Nov 2020
.




dreaming,

she sits by the cogs, turning
fog into mist

in midst of an autumn, caught in
arms of abyss,

in her sleepy frost, where her
winter sits,

where her wilderness clots
in melancholic conflict

hung by the clocks, and rocks,
in bones, and sticks,

an ocean's worth of rot, no
mortal can sip,

in her drowsy gaze, in her
dreamy drift;

she sits in her loss,
lost in her solemn bliss,

screaming.






.
I was sad. so, here's something sad.
Psyche has moods
Sometime happy, othersΒ Β gloomy
PsycheΒ Β has moods
Sometimes wise,Β Β other timesΒ Β fool

psyche has moods
Sometimes, I wander
Others, I surrender

Psyche has moods
Sometime melancholic,
Others sanguine
Psyche has moods
sometimesΒ Β choleric,
Others phlegmatic
jennie Aug 2020
You took me when I was ripe
I didn’t know my innocence would have too be the price

You taste on me so fondly and
My heart use too think of you as someone so lovely
Then our time has come and passed

This isn’t love and I know your affection on me won’t last

You bitten me down to my core, do you really enjoy snacking on things that shouldn’t be yours?

Now that I’m dry, bitten, and trashed
Are gonna find another sweeter fruit that your taste buds haven’t kissed yet?
Just my thoughts
Astrea Aug 2020
When the old world came to an end,
we would slow dance in the kitchen
to the song of apocalypse,
hiding behind the bars of music notes,
and imagined a world anew.
Inspired by the song Apocalypse by Cigarettes After ***:)
gift Aug 2020
I'll write for you
and drown you with my words
I'll strip down my affliction
and turn them into poetry

vulnerable and melancholic
my poems seem to be
they are for you
since you'll leave me eventually
β€”everybody does.
β€”g.l
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