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So when you told me you loved me
It was a lie
Then you told me you hate me
It was a lie
You told me you lied

So was that a lie too?
I don't get you. I'm trying hard. Just tell me in plain words once in a while.
Shattered dreams,
Splattered streams,
Souls lost forever,
Never have I ever,
Imagined that life was not held dear,
A mother and a wife’s rarest tear,
Chernobyl’s sweet children gone,
Borders crossed, never drawn,
9/11’s forgotten brothers and fathers,
Orphaned toddlers,
Roam NYC,
Here, I stand in solidarity,
Never forget Chernobyl and 9/11,
May the trees of heaven,
Bless the victims,
Peace be with you dear inflicted
Never forget the victims of Chernobyl and 9/11...RIP. Life is lost easily; please cherish it. Hannah Baker RIP too.
#The Jay Asher/Hannah Baker vibes
With love, Skylar 🤍
I sit beside you,
two sets of eyes glued to a splotched canvas before us.
I in the driver’s seat,
you in your captain’s chair.
I’m asking all these questions, but,
are you really there? I worry
when I look at you, and the
shock is painted on my face.
Others pass me under the moonlight and
tell me to leave this place.
They say, “you better get outta here, and get
while the getting is good.
This job will turn you inside out
and make you misunderstood.”

I sit beside you,
two sets of eyes glued to the canvas, as if it will restore us.
A cassette tape is forced through my brain,
the night’s events replayed.
My finger tap upon the glass,
and your hair is frayed.
Your figure in the captain’s chair,
with skin as cold as tin.
Which one of these got to your bones,
which one did you in?
Do you remember sights and sounds,
you wish you could forget?
Is that look upon your eye,
one of anger or regret?
Trauma is etched into your skin
like cracks on a weary canyon rock.
I need to know how you turned to you
if only you could talk.

I sit beside you.
Our eyes are glued to the splotched canvas, that which holds nothing
for us.
I work in an emergency ambulance. I was green, enthusiastic and filled with a sense of altruistic fulfillment. This attitude later became confusion and concern that I made a mistake as I continuously met people who seemed to have stared into that proverbial abyss for too long and became emotionally corrupted by it.
Simon Sep 25
Forever, isn't a contemplation for a girl's nature of "temptation" to be (now and forevermore)...become "tempted" itself! Don't be naive.... Because if it does go according to this very standard wish of one's very contemplation state... Then your again (now and forevermore) meant to be..."naive!" Wishes don't contemplate your desires into a wishful bottle full of unlimited possibilities. But instead take rapid possession of that very "bottle full of unlimited possibilities"... And suspects that very girl to commit (right away) towards the very situational desires that grow on that very contemplation state itself. (Like vines that are just willingly able to sprout itself as part of it's tempted nature to do so, among natures own contemplation state.)
Something this very girl would argue isn't the same (when and ONLY when)...they start to officially "doubt" that very contemplation state (first and foremost).
And this is when the very quote to this very passage weeps accordingly to that very contemplation state. When it (first and foremost) becomes "tempted" by that very nature (that's made to be this main ingredient...forever)!
Because when that happens... Then that very girl's "tempted" contemplation, is made too be (forever open) to the possibilities for more issues to start to arise more attraction to the girl's very temptation towards that very contemplation state. And it does this either (first or last). Since it now (forevermore) doesn't matter what implication first arises in whatever order or category, essentially speaking. Whatever exchanges that very trade for trust to be the beneficial reason for doubt to "taint" ALL for a single contemplation to meet it's end... Would then officially (more than ever)...become the last certified "lasting" impression for the girls very tempted self among a contemplation.
Then whatever comes next (before whatever had just "centered" itself first and foremost) will in fact bend to the will of the next sequence of events, essentially too follow.
PS... Remember, "forever" is made to reason the abstract will to a girl's more "primal" justification at heart!
Detesting full logic to the benefits of some untested angle here (without knowing of the entire implications ahead of time)... Would in fact spill out trouble for the (least likely too succeed), reasonably speaking.
LRF Sep 25
We shot early
before the earth
thawed completely
from the late winter frosts.

Instead of tentative tendrils
we were bold:
thick stems, verdant foliage.

We grew rushing,
reckless,
always up
from the vines encircled low.
We spoke of
soon
reaching beyond
our purple blooms
flush with one another’s.

Blame the seed sower:
not far enough below, not sturdy enough roots.
Or the wires we slipped,
when we would not be trained against the lattice.
But we know the weight
of another like us
was too much
for a stalk so flimsy
in a garden bed so starved.
September, 2020
Isabella Aug 17
I reread the unkempt scribbles
Of a young author's mind
Full of passion, inspiration
Seeking poems to find

I analyze the structure
Of the words filling the pages
The childish rhyme and rhythm
As ideas broke their cages

I breathe in all the color
Of every naive line
As I try to understand
That these writings once were mine
how long have you been writing?
A Aug 4
I'm packing all my dreams and fantasies together with my summer dresses and my bare feet. I make sure to fill my heart and bag up with so much joy that I definitely will be disappointed when I don't find you this summer either.
Fifehanmi Jul 3
Days and months have passed already,
Yet you never made plans to check on me.
I know I was wrong, but I had my reasons,
You said I left when you needed me the most,
But I was young, uncivilized, scared and so naïve,
I wasn't even old enough to bear the responsibilities of love.

When I finally understand what love and affection is
When I feel qualified and ready to be yours again
You were already lost in the crowd, never to be found.
You have already moved miles from where you used to be

Every day I sit by my window side, staring blankly at the sky,
Hoping and praying that our path will cross once again,
Wishing that the wind will blow you my way.

Every night I lay awake on my bed,
Thinking about the past that we once shared.
Hoping that you are still keeping the memories alive

Whenever my phone rings with an unknown number
I pray silently before picking the call that it would be you.
But the voices that always speak was nothing like yours,
And at the end of each call, I'm always disappointed.

I miss the few moments we shared
I long for your hot kisses in the cold nights
I miss your strong protective arms around my waist
I hope for the day I'll be held in your embrace

I will keep expecting you to come back.
I will keep waiting for a call or text from you
I will keep hoping that someday our path will cross

Even if I have to wait for forever
Even if you decide not to show up again
Until when you decide to come back for me
The space in my heart will always be empty for you.
There was a guy I was in love with but I had to leave him because I was scared of being hurt, I wasn't really ready. Few days ago, I heard from a friend that he got someone else. It was very painful and I really regret ever leaving him. All I can do now is share my story, maybe if he sees it, he will know that I am still waiting to be his love.
Jace Joseph May 27
Being naive is undeniably more blissful,
Better than this self aware nonsense
I want be a dog I don't care
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