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Ninah Jul 2020
earth
once inhabited
for containment
bottled up cider
— soon too sour

that we do is beautiful
but fleeting – living
a vile act of pure free will

blissful less peaceful
the corpses we make
. . . . - - -  - -  .
mace Jul 2020
i was left alone
in the epidemic
All humans inside
Dystopian
I'm outside, seeing these horrible things

And i remember that i can't remember.

that I've probably forgotten
Where are my parents?
Where is my home?

No humans on sight, i think they're all dead
oh no, they're all inside it turns out,
I'm the one who's considered dead

Perhaps i am dead
because feeling alive is so distant and far away

And i can't remember.
Written somewhere in April, at the beginning of all the self-quarantining.
Ram B Jul 2020
Why did you have to go
without saying goodbye
Why didn't we have the chance
to spend more time
Why did this happen
when the events forced us
to stay apart
Unable to stay close
Unable to kiss
Unable to hug
Monique LV Feb 2020
One of my favorite things you do
Is mumble in your sleep
A wispy whisper, secrets only we know
Underneath heavy sedation,
The comfort of avoidance
Life wanders off, forgetting us
Cotton fresh and messy hair
The sun doesn't dare bother us
Anything matters only in these short breaths, enclosed.
Abi Jul 2020
I
I find myself dreaming of how life was before
I find myself longing for the ways things once were
I wish I'd of been content instead of always asking for more
I wish I remembered it vividly but now its just a blur
Going out with friends and the time that went by so fast
If only I had known that it wouldn't all last
Now confined within the walls that make up my home
I feel so trapped like I'm quarantined inside a dome
Just a few months ago everything was as it should be
Just a few months ago we had no restrictions and were free
But now because of fear, our freedom has strict borders
We have no other choice than to follow the government's orders
I suppose we'll recall a few months ago as the before
Because It's doubtful that things will ever be like that any more
Please no rude comments, it's been forever since I wrote and It took a lot of confidence for me to post this!!
Jammit Janet Jul 2020
#16
Floating on air,
Without a care,
The universe engulfs me,

Feeling so light,
Ready to take flight,
Escape this plight,
Be free!,
With all my might,

To awaken my emotions,
And amuse my senses,
To get lost in time,
A private oasis,

With its sea of people,
And rainbow landscape,
Of colors, textures, smells, and sounds,

No long faces,
No races, class, or spaces,
For hate,
Just love and kindness to re hydrate,
My soul and heart,
From this massive heartache.
C Jul 2020
I want to be outside in that sky

Summertime, so free, so high

Four walls are my captivity

This roof overhead contains me

I have so much to release, to give,
To share, to sing, to dance, to live!

So let me outside in that sky

Summertime, so free, so high
I have since escaped and am living in that sky
Jammit Janet Jul 2020
#24
Virus times,
Corona sans the limes,
Isolating the world,
1 day at a time,

The world comes together,
Making changes for the better,
Uniting resources,
To change the odds,
And make it level,

Mother nature,
Heals from the hurt,
Her humans gave her,
And rejoices as we unite in solidarity,
Yet remain apart,

Social distancing becoming an art,
As we learn to have heart,

We as a people,
Are strong and worthy,
Let’s show this virus wrong,
And that we’re tough and sturdy,

Be honest,
But don’t be a ****,
Take at face value,
Trust without judgement,

In times that test us,
Please wash your hands,
Stay home,
Be safe holds up ******,

The future is ours!
Let’s bring it together,
It’s time to build a new world,
Stronger than ever.
Jammit Janet Jul 2020
01♡04♡20

Corona,
Tears of la llorona,
Her tears never stop,
Like her ambition and persona,

She feels her feels,
Full body and heart,
So much at times,
It rips her apart,

But she don’t need no seamstress,
She’s proud of her tears,
They represent life, love, and what’s real,

Where’s the pause button?,
To divvy up the pain,
Of being alive,
And feeling insane,

Why does every moment feel like she’s wired?,

Electric, hectic, full of fire,
Emotion as dense as the ocean,
Drowning in free-flow motion,
Fighting the odds, current, and notion,

When will it stop?,
She asks as she drops,

Pleading for that secret potion,
To calm her soul,
And prevent mental explosion,

Llorona, llorona,
She quietly smiles,
Though but intense,
She knows that’s why life’s worthwhile.
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