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Gods1son Mar 2020
Now
Sometimes, we're so worried about what's
next that we forget to be grateful for
how far we've come and to be thankful
for all the hurdles we've jumped.

Sometimes, we hold onto the "ugly" past
that we overlook all the current blessings
The rough/beautiful past or the imagined
future often distract us from savouring
the beauty of the now.

Nothing exists outside of the now!
Glenn Currier Feb 2020
it is a cold day
the heater soaks the space
but how difficult it is
to feel the warmth without words
Eternity Feb 2020
when my feelings
cheat on me

and travel me
to a painful past...

I stop,
strong closed eyes

breathe...
and then move on
A way i have found helping in refreshing...
Delaney Feb 2020
the moon is visible
the stars are scattered like splattered paint.

reminds me of how things were back then.
the days where I thought nothing could go wrong.

there was hope. there was light. there was the future.

but then the moon went away. the stars couldn't help but follow.
the rain took its place in the sky.

and there was deep water to tread.

but the moon was visible tonight. and the stars scattered the sky like splattered paint.

and there is joy and hope and a future.
and I am stronger.
Àŧùl Feb 2020
Now.
I am so tired.
Now.
I want to sleep.
Now.
I am so sick of it.
Now.
Let me just sleep.
Now.
And never wake up.

But.
I think that I am cursed.
And.
I am dead already.
Now.
I live in a hell.
And.
Hell is a brazenly lonely place.
Just.
Let me sleep forever.

I fear immortality.
I am already so lonely.
I shall be lonelier after some decades.
My parents are not here for forever.
And humanity is so selfish.
People are so self-centered.
They don't care about others.
They just exact their selfish aims.

They bed people casually.
Why.
They just **** and forget.
Why.
Won't they have to love?
Never.
Why?
Because someone broke them.
How?
Someone shattered their heart.

So?
Now it's a chain reaction.
My HP Poem #1826
©Atul Kaushal
Maria Etre Feb 2020
Love,
is that
you?
Love is a joke, sometimes
Mari Feb 2020
I desperately needed you then
now,
I desperately need you to
let go.
JGLutes Jan 2020
stash in your pocket
keep it for years
don’t dance with your girlfriend
no need for the beer

catapult matches
he’s not short on the charm
over the top
as he hangs from her arm

look at your friend group
who’s fooling who
shadows will follow
as long as there’s food

measurements carry
the very same weight
alone at the top
no time to wait

around and around
cant carry me home
imagine the world
without your own phone.

J.G.Lutes
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