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Sometimes the world drifts out of few
And all you see is you
Standing in the rain
Feeling the pain
But you don’t always have to be tough
Hear me when I say, you’re enough

When you make a mistake
That’s okay
We’ve all been there
I mess up every day

Sure, you have your flaws
As do well all
But you care when others would just stare
You give a hand even when you’re feeling bad
And try to be fair

You can play the guitar
Write real well
And let’s be fair
You’re also pretty tall xD
wrote this for a friend lol
A thoughtful sigh
And a deep sign
I'm being said of
A wave of moving echo
Stream being meditated onwards

Oh said them I'm being berevered
Or else said they I am helped
I presumed stated was it
I perceived it was ever a test

I meandered onwards in a current
Directed am I as a bent stem
Leaves plug of as a dried out branch
I am ahead and not ever mentioned

I say I am not he
Understood I am a better it
I stood out of the paved stream
Round out as a dodged pen

I rewrite as a new outlift
I flow as a new lift
Ever is it I leaped
Written by: Erickson Iikuyu
Nice guy
I was your sad story—
the one you pretended
never took place.
Before me,
no hearts had been broken.
You left mine
in pieces
and ruined
your self sanctioned
I got to know
some people nice
and gave me
the best advice.
Even though
I never see them
with my eyes
as close as I can feel
how cold the ice.
Indonesia, 29th May 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Poet is he who

Transcribed this verse

He who saw the nature

He who touched the sky

He who felt the birds

He who heard the river

He who tasted this Earth.
Who is a poet?
Betty Jan 23
I have a pleasant face
nothing special so they tell me
but pleasant all the same
I have a surprisingly pleasant singing voice
ok to listen to
but not pleasant enough to bring me fame
I live in a very pleasant house
in a very pleasant place
with my pleasant singing voice
and my chubby pleasant face
If only they all knew
how I long to be less commonplace
and just for once I would like to cheat and win the ****** race!
Being pleasant is a ****** curse!
Man Jan 13
woefully lonesome
wholely without one

entirely loathsome
completely without them

i knew you were leaving soon
yet i didn't get a goodbye
Ken Pepiton Dec 2020
Do It Yourself
Act Inteleostical

aim at fame, take the blame
aim at shame, hide and watch

aim at games no mind can matter in,
hope to hell that you are right,

roll the bones…

let the story form the world we agree upon,
stand, bipedally biased to lieve be
the balance factor in terms
of fear being a reason
to respond,
in one way, or another, knowing now

time is all together different than imagined,
not long ago,
on a little think… we know the journey story,
did we
really live so far from the center?
It seems so,
from where I stand, unembodied in another
reconnected to the story,
a book's worth of time, stretched to thinnistical
sparks we imagine having seen as signals slow
geo speed, Gaia mind, ****** - that
sensation of ever mattering
just now,
for a moment, then

now, again, similar but never the same,
riverish as any wish one tests
again, after ever has began
to play in the per-ifery.
Ifery is the enjoyable realm of right now. Time seems senseless. Peace feels like this, like a massive stone that roads and rivers and winds go around, or over, never under.
Mitch Prax Dec 2020
You are
sweet and spice
and everything nice.

You are
close yet far
like my favorite star.

You are
sun and moon
and I will see you soon.
Damien Dec 2020
in the back sat a guy with long hair,
and if you look at him he'd glare.
but if you sit down,
and upend his frown,
you'll find he's not much of a scare.
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