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Alexa Genesis Mar 2020
when I remember the past we have
my heart split in the middle part
where my past feelings are hidden
like letters were scattered puzzles
you will find a solution to build
but the whole thing is worthless
I will be reminded of mistakes i made
I'm alive but not like this.
Poetic T Feb 2020
What if i
         Was..


But you missed
     The call.

And we missed our connection.


   We would be the

Answer phone messages of silences.
Ayn Feb 2020
It’s good to write of those
Who left you broken.

But I find it fulfilling
To write of those
Who still have yet to leave.
Maybe it’s my message
That they’ll receive.
A poem in response to nyleda‘s poem “who i write about”
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3724125/who-i-write-about/
Maria Etre Feb 2020
Why is it goodbye
when there's
nothing good about bye?
Ashlyn Yoshida Feb 2020
Why do you write?
Is it an outlet?
A message?
Or is it for attention?

Me?
I write to write.
To share and to show.
if anyone wants to answer be my guest
Derrek Estrella Feb 2020
No need to say it when it has been expressed lucidly in thought and meditation. Now, take from that well of origin and turn it into something greater than parlance; allow it to earn its own breath and purpose.
Derrek Estrella Feb 2020
The fool wastes none of their time when they speak their nonsense. It is the suit who hides their head in anger and shame for the minutes they had wasted. Be like the fool; know what interests you, speak freely of your desires, and treat your attention as a commodity.


Speak not with your mind but instead, with your mouth. Learn to tether the two and treat the mouth as the anvil and the mind as the arm. No iron will be molded by that arm, but no contact will be made without it.
Your mouth is your tool.
Your mind, the weapon.
Know the difference.


Hold back the urge, but don’t close your eyes. Anything but that void, do not sink into it. You must learn how to maintain yourself. Know what must be oiled, what must be strained, what must be loved, what must be left well alone.
Blind Eye Jan 2020
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