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Justin Lai Apr 2017
They built me, standard-grade,
But with one crucial chip missing.
While other models are made
Programmed for social networking.

Laughter and jibes, except
This variant groping in the dark.
Much signs to intercept,
Machine simmers, overheats, sparks.

Every version upgrade,
Alas, still just one step behind.
Patience in every trade;
Stranger, if you could be so kind...
I've ran out of computer metaphors xD
Silverflame Apr 2017
Melt away my fear
hold my hand for just a bit
hungry eyes waiting
First time playing around with a haiku.
Emm Mar 2017
She
She's called something, some people say...
She'd tell you lies no one else but you would believe
But her voice is as soft as sweet as enchanting as you'd never heard of
You'd drift in her ways before you know it
and before you know it, you'd believe her,
and before you know it, you're lower than ever before...

Down here everything is dark,
you'd forget everything you've ever believed in...
Down here there's no sense of mind...
you've lost yours somehow too...
She stole yours...
You'd believe so... maybe you plate it and handed it to her freely...
who knows...

But down here you'd want to crawl back up,
yes, crawl cause she stole the ladder too...
and there'd be no energy to shoot and jump...
or shout...

Silence...
Then you come out...
Try to forget...
Until she comes again...
Call me deluded...
Delta Swingline Mar 2017
I stand in front of thousands of people, and I don’t know them, but I do know you...

When I was ten years old I wanted to be in the Olympics, an athletes dream in front of millions of people I don’t know. But I know you.

I stood on the podium, a stage of glory and pride for my country, medal around my neck, as the national anthem plays through my ears I begin to remember that I was gonna be a soldier.

At 14 years old I told you I wanted a badge or a medal, a uniform to wear, and something to fight for. And here I am standing on this stage about to receive recognition for my job.

And 15 year old me standing on a stage in front of thousands of people, with a guitar strapped around my body. And I’m singing a song I wrote, and only you know why I wrote it. The secrets I don’t tell the public are told to the people I really do trust in this world.

And yet here I am on a stage in front of people I don’t know.

Do you remember? I told you that you didn’t need to be remembered by the whole world by putting your name on a star in the sky. The sky doesn’t need another star, but Earth has it’s own star with your name on it, and it’s you.

And you don’t need to be remembered by thousands of people to be happy, you just needed me to remember you when I stand here.

You asked me to never forget you if I ever became famous. And I’m not famous. But you should be, you’re the star remember. You believed in me, told me I was worth something, enough to be here on this stage. So why aren’t you here? You are worth remembering, so why don’t you want to be famous? Why don’t you want to be on stage? I have a constant fear of never being remembered and you don’t want to be that person. Why do you not want to be on this stage? I want you here. I need you here.

I stand on a stage in front of people. Most of them, I do not know. I don’t remember why I’m on the stage anymore… But I know that you’re proud of me for whatever reason that might be.

I remember saying some sort of speech to these people, and suddenly you’re here. I can see you in the crowd, and you’re smiling. You seem so happy to see me here, almost as if you were on the stage beside me. And I wish you were. But I know you don’t need to be remembered by these people, but I remember you.

And when my speech comes to a close I say this: “Thank you, to the star in life who never made it to the sky, I just want you to know in this moment. That we made it!
If I ever become famous, this can be proof that I predicted my own future.
Sophia Lynne Mar 2017
why do i fall in love with people for the simplest little things?
like the way they say certain words
or that little smirk they do when they get nervous
maybe it's because it reminds me of something from my past
or someone
lately i've been trying not to think about things so hard
one night stands
the looks people give me at the mall
you
you
you.

****
sls
Ace Sargent Mar 2017
Scared minds write the loudest and speak the least
they shut bloodshot eyes when the pen hits ink
thoughts from the poets with anxiety
Sarah H Mar 2017
‘It’s like you never feel anything’

I do

You just can’t see it
That’s a good thing
Me keeping it inside
That’s a good thing

If you could get inside my head
You'd see how I am a nervous wreck
You'd see how each decision sends me in a frenzy
You'd see how each morning I wake up terrified of what might come

But luckily you don't

I can't have you ruining my reputation after all
Kendra Corner Mar 2017
My hands shaking,

My breath heavy,

I seal the envelope shut.

My mind swimming with thoughts,

Sweat trickles down my neck.

My mind pondering,

"Do I send the letter?"

My heart beats like crazy,

Seeming like a million beats per second.

The main question of the day,

"Do I send the letter?"

Looking at the stark white envelope,

My mind explodes.

I'm anxious,

I can tell.

Fidgeting with my fingers,

I think of you and,

I now want to send it.

My mind clears,

The main question,

"Do I send the letter,"

Seems to be vanishing from my mind.

Cause all I can think is,

I want you to know that,

My life is horrible without you in it.
Q Mar 2017
Her mind's a beautiful mess
Bundles of nerves pathways of stress
Neuronic implosions she's got no rest
You find her strange like she's compressed
Ready to blow if she hits a crest
So you slice her open run some tests
Find her crazy as expected unless
She's actually unbelievably blessed
With the capacity to think and process
Beyond all the pomp and dress
And elevate herself with finesse
Above that which is meaningless
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