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Melanie 2h
I can't quite place my rage
if you can even call it that
angry at your optimism in us,
in what you were capable of
angry with myself for letting you in
angry that I tried, again
only for it to end the same way
Archer Feb 14
So
I couldn’t bring myself to do it
So what?
Love comes around and goes around
High school was never meant to last forever
Four years in hell
Is better than an eternity of being dead
Plus
That wasn’t always my outlook
So what?
People grow and I should be no different
Single on valentines again
For the fourteenth year
Is better than an eternity of being dead
pilgrims Feb 10
Never a day has passed

that my heart did not break
as our Sun hides behind Earth.

When the dawn wakes
lids separate, I stretch and yawn
Another shift sifting mirth from dearth
Holding together this disparate ache
If you're reading this, I love you
pilgrims Feb 10
Now! is the time
for those loved least
A howl!
assembles the spooks, kooks, and beasts

An autumnal lense looks
at cracks between light
Be brave! Embrace inspired fright
Reach into the shadow
and we just might make friends
with the spectre called Life

We are alive! Let's celebrate this
divergent experience we co-create
Pretend this came out around October.
Archer Feb 7
It can’t make it
It can’t go on
It’s numb
It’s giving up
It’s tired
It’s forced to keep moving
It slumps up
It takes a step
And another
It walks
It walks
It walks
It walks faster
Faster
Faster
It tripped
It cries
It sits down
It looks ahead
It wants to keep walking
It stands up
It walks
It walks faster
Faster
Faster
Faster
It’s running
Faster
Faster
Running
It slows to a steady pace
It made it
And It can’t tell the first line it makes it
Archer Feb 1
Expectation and desire,
Of an outcome in a situation.
We might do anything
To push ourselves in the right direction
Stubborn like a wanting child,
Defying their mother.
Optimistic and undiscouraged,
We demand some things we cannot have.
Do not give up hope,
But there are certain wishes that will not come true.
Maha Dec 2024
Look forward, my sweet
Climb up the mast and
Look forward
A turning point
A precipice
Steel yourself
And do not stop
Please, just this once
Only look forward, my sweet
Maha Apr 2019
Perhaps
The gentle sigh of the wind in the trees
The giggle of the mermaids that live in the stream
The happy and casual conversation between birds floating high above
Every rock's jagged surface, laced with soft moss and dew
And bittersweet candy that lingers on my lips and fingers
Perhaps
These are good things.
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