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Alexandra Bakly Mar 2020
Healthy souls are dead, we are all just copies now
Megan Joseph Mar 2020
empty,
everything is empty,
one misstep
and you're dead

isolation and
fear
fills the room,
it's cold a dark,
deathly stares
are all that i receive,
the world has become
primitive,
the weak are
left for dead,
the strong
survive,
but the fearful
are the most cruel.
everything is so busy now; college admissions, the coronavirus, everything. sorry for the lack of content
Mosh Microbiomes Mar 2020
Excuse me, Sir,
If i could just have a minute of your time?
To tell you about the colour purple
It's fading. No, I don't need your dime!

Just your attention, ATTENTION
We march at dawn albeit some can fly
Together we can find the other dimension
Where the purple things go to die

Let's walk & talk, yes that's not rude
Yes Sir, I know you need to save your pension  
But next we stand to lose red & blue, isn't that crude
If we could only extend our observation?

Without purple, how will we embrace the rain
Our purple polar bears are dying, excessive pain
Purple lives matter, purple rights matter
Yes Sir, I understand you can't physically care

But Sir, saving purple today is essential
Tomorrow purple can save white, it has the potential!
Take this pamphlet at least, won't hurt
Have a good day sir, excellent purple shirt!
Tess M Mar 2020
do not read the news
just do not
do it;
media hypes
the worst of it all
in hopes that we'll become
Paralyzed

school is cancelled
children cheer
while families fear for the
Future
Molly Lewis Feb 2020
I sit in the same ******* chair
everyday, it’s a weird shape,
it looks like a square trying to be a circle.
And, so gratefully it matches the floor.
Colour coordination? check.

I drink at the coffee shop indefinitely,
daily. I hate the way the seats began
to mould to my body’s bitter behaviour,
like the chair is my theatrical therapist.

The sticky seat ***** on my snub-nosed
sedation to get up and move
as I sit perfectly still,
watching a brilliantly busy world go by.
And the nice girl is asking me
“do you want the latte to take away?”
No. I’m alright,
I’ll drink it in here thanks.
effie ebbtide Feb 2020
the mirror you stand in is a reflection of
a river you stand in, a reflection of a
stone that in the heat of the day
is warm by the coming of sunset

earth's last wrinkling seed is decaying, and superseding it
are the ophanim-head many-winged nightcrawlers who weep
gamma rays and pray, behind their stargazing eyes,
to remember the home they remembered several lives ago

oh sonar, oh radar, oh radiophonic monarchy
please boost your signal so our kin can hear
our pleas for a tomorrow that we begged for yesterday
and let us wade in that river. amen.
a note on homesickness
Michael R Burch Feb 2020
Я вас любил ("I Loved You")
by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I loved you ... perhaps I love you still ...
perhaps for a while such emotions may remain.
But please don’t let my feelings trouble you;
I do not wish to cause you further pain.

I loved you ... thus the hopelessness I knew ...
The jealousy, the diffidence, the pain
resulted in two hearts so wholly true
the gods might grant us leave to love again.

Keywords/Tags: Russia, Russian, Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin, modern English translation, regret, remorse
Megan Joseph Feb 2020
the clear, blue sky fills my vision,
the sea covers my right
and left,
peace engulfs me,
i reach up to touch
the vast sky,
i fly
high into the air,
i aim for the sun
but it is out of reach,
one day i will hug it
and comfort it,
like it did to me.
i hope to become a kinder person in the future
hiba sajid Feb 2020
**** me out this world in your spaceship
and let me be free
from the handcuffs of this materialistic sphere,
that drowns me in hardship.
Veer away till they're nowhere near.

Take me to a place afar,
where there is no hunger or war,
let me escape from this modern reality
filled with arrogance and negativity,

to a place where money doesn't matter
and dreams are not shattered.
Where only peace shines on
and there's love above all.
Adham Hassan Feb 2020
I put to thee labors to mine love finally achieve
To thy heart I not to be a name demand,
Not to face the oblivious waves, not to be brief,
Dare not to mine soul erase as thy waves treat the poor sand,
I want to pierce thy shell I want to be a thief,
But mine barriers to thy trials will still stand.
*
I am not a little Satan nor am I a saint,
I was to thy pilgrims their miserable end,
Only I deserve to have thy pearly hand,
As mine winds go mad to thy smile, they faint,
But to thy ship, they won't help nor find thee any land
Use thy heart, thou might notice mine scent.

To thy doubts, thou wish they are right,
But I am not a one able to say.
Maybe if thou art in mine near sight,
mine thoughts of thee may reach the day.
Keep hiding mine sun, but no use it's so bright,
To mine love, thy hope is tracing a leaked ray.


Since I am no Prometheus, I will let thee freeze
Find thy fire and to mine labors do not cease
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I will do no more and to mine affairs I will head,
Thus, thy trails do never reach an end,
Never reach mine light, nor to thee will I bend,
Not even with thy smile, no more heart shred.
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