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Laokos Sep 2020
it's obvious,
isn't it?

it certainly
seems
like it

you see
it too,
right?

maybe
i'm imagining it?

it's probably
nothing

but

your head
is upside
down

facing inward
and
laughing at
itself

and there's
a light in
there

that's always
on

just
thought
you should know
Simon Aug 2020
You shine more brighter thinking everyone can already see the complete obvious... When your just draining your energy away that will (sooner rather then later) exhaust ALL the light in you that's essentially shining brighter then anyone else! Potentially forcing you too see reason of what the obvious already had been giving away since the very moment you started "showing off"!
PS... It is what's called when you shove everyone else out...except your very own "pretentious" ego!
Thinking you can shine brighter than anyone else is fine and all. Only when it's for a greater point, then one's very self-importance clogging the way of your seemingly random non-negotiable reasoning that set's flames full of obliviousness!
Lyda M Sourne Jan 2020
Okay

So apparently

All the poems
These letters
These words

Hoping you would read them
Were all for naught
Because apparently I wasn't obvious.
Jake Welsh Jan 2020
no wonder
it was obvious really,

we’re two mice, waving our tails
ears perched, scampering across the kitchen floor

and then, finally, out the door
mjad Apr 2019
As time goes by
I don't mind
I was talking to someone
Staying rent free in my mind
Masha Yurkevich Apr 2019

"Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can't see."


Thank you to all those friends
who are just
professionals
at pointing out the obvious.
Don't we all have friends like that...
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
Truth – this in our life that?
This category luck.
Lie two, united in one
Like, like, half-representation.

Semi-representation of the family
And the semi-secular state.
Those who long lived on Earth,
They say that the truth is drunkenness.
How
It doesn't sound that obvious right away,
The fact that hands can change lives
But they can, in a special way
With words, and poetry
They create words
They create art
They Love
They are
How
i don't really know
Kee Oct 2018
poking at his rib cage
i thought of all of the wonderful times
ive spent with him
not knowing that this would be my last time poking his rib cage
i smiled and laughed in his face
he loved me the way i loved me
or so i thought
and the betrayal finally set in
when the messages stopped flowing in
and the block on all of social media shocked me as well
until my friend had shown that while you were studying abroad
you were going steady with a beautiful french girl
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