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danky Jun 25
like a frog springs atop  a lily pad,
her enthusiastic essence was as scad.
like an infant sprawls into a deep sleep,
her appearance was an embodiment of babysheep.

like a coordinated kitchen fork blends with the spoon
we both accumulated as the exquisite winter's moon.

on a decadent day,when we will reunite,
she would still guffaw at my scrappy jokes
the void will transform into light
when your gaiety will crash the plight.
eliana Jun 25
The sun is out.
The children scream and shout
All about.

There is no more school.
Everyone in the pool!
No more looking like a fool.

They run outside,
Find places to hide
And bikes to ride.

Everyone is having fun
No rush, no places to run.
Relax and play with anyone.

No one is stressed,
No more weight on their chests.
This is why summer is the best
freedom of finally being out of school and being able to do anything. Going out whenever, not having to wake up early, hanging out with friends. These are all things I think of when summer comes to mind.
Lance Remir Jun 25
I want my hope to go away forever
To silence its tiny voice in my heart
Get away from me
Shut up and leave
Don't ever come back to me
Yet that tiny flame burns brightly
What do you want
Just stop it already
I want the hope to finally die
Die like the way I died that day
Time has passed
So give up already
This hope of mine torments me
It gently brushes its hands on me
Reminding me
Whispering to me
I want this hope to finally let me go
So that I can finally let you go
Among all my life’s accomplishments, my most significant triumph is simply being here, continuing to fight, and holding onto hope.
I exist in both fear and joy, and within this duality lies an immeasurable strength.
I look up at the stars that carry my memories, and I firmly believe, endlessly, that I can still discover my path back home.
I gaze into the water, watching the silent and gentle ripples dance around me, and I realize that my spirit is still in the process of healing, still enveloping me, my faith, intricately weaving patterns in my thoughts, flowing and revitalizing my very essence.
This is the exact place where God guided me to listen to his voice, to find peace in his presence, and to be reassured that he is alive and breathing for me, infusing life into me, allowing my being to mend.

-Rhia Clay
mysterie Jun 24
your favourite colour
was blue.
maybe it still is,
i wouldn't know.
but whenever i see
that deep shade of blue,
that isn't too deep to be
navy and thoughts,
but also not
light enough to be
ashy and gentle,
i think of you.
this was your colour.
and i still
see you in it.
date wrote: 25/6
Ode to the Stream that sits stagnant
somewhere over Northgate Green:

I have sat by it and observed
Rippled currents falling down
Into murky shallows, an un-natural
Green, like mountain-dew
Breathing frothy spots of bubbles
That circle a rhubarb vape
And a sprite can and a
Heineken can and a
Little hopping Wren darting
Between curled roots.

I remember too,
The drips of
Rain water
Worming
Down the dingy
Alleyways of
My childhood,
Dripping down
Nettles and
Seeping into
Cracked brick and
Sodden dirt
And part of - now a -
Sordid cigarette packet.

And from some
Geography class,
I remember how
This water was
Reborn, once
In massive clouds,
Grumbling masses,
Sky's mother who
Shadows the

Bursting
Writhing
Violent
Rivers
And
Vast Fjords
And
Reaching Peaks
And
Breaching Skys
And
Once
Birthed
As torrent
Rainfall
Tearing
Massive wounds
Into tectonic
Plates

The
Blood of matter
And organism
And that which
Carries our ****
In every form

But that's not all. As, I recall:
The lifting motion of staring
Into 'etched lines of water'
From rain, tracing bulbous
Recollections on opaque glass
And knowing they don't
Know where they are going
And I bask in the significance of
This insignificance.
Robii Jun 23
I lost him before eleven
Lust for memories and wish I could meet him in heaven

I thirst for his smile
His confidence
His hard work and  even his kisses and compliments

I lost the physicality of his qualities through an unpredictable phenomenon
I didn’t lost him abstractly...all thanks to Memories

Memories
You can’t grieve your loved ones that you’ve lost in a day
You’ve been with this person for ur whole **** life
Hold on to memories
Memories of them
The truth is people go buh memories stays regardless
Shiva Chauhan Jun 21
Hi my favourite, it’s been quite a while, it feels like forever. I wanted to talk, but couldn’t. I know you must have noticed. How have you been? I hope everything’s going well. Are you eating your meals properly? How’s school? Life isn’t the same anymore; it’s lost its sparkle, its cheer.

Anyway, dear,
here’s a poem for you.

In the times of my confession,
I adored you more than life's possession,
You have a place in my heart for time's Long cession,
I love you beyond measure, my humble expression.

I miss those late night chats, the early morning calls, do you?
Every other day, you're on my mind, that much is sincerely true.
But it seems, maybe, you don't, or do you?
It's fine, I get it, but I wonder, do you?

I'll wait,
For it's love my dear, not waste.
A heartfelt message wrapped in poetry, softly confessing love, lingering memories, and the quiet pain of waiting. It’s not just words… it’s what the heart couldn’t say out loud.
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