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This is it.
The role of the dice so maybe I can finally sleep,
Hopefully these are the last words I write so my heart can slow to the creeping I wish It'd be,
So I can dream of things that I will never have to have the pleasure of seeing again.
rebellious dark clouds,
took the full moon their captive;
rains freed her quick!
hazel marie Feb 5
Why do we cry?
I say to you
You say to I
Stretch, my darlings!
loosen the disturbance
Move, my darlings!
let go of the teachers
Roll your neck of the worries
lengthen your arms to chaos
open your neck up to love
Because
Only when you stretch
the sass in their voice dissipates
the aching in your side relents
the sights that you see are brighter
And
You feel okay
My life is misery
So many things wrong with me
What's lacking is abstinence and sobriety
I am broken
I am ******
Alone in this world
By myself I stand
Take my life
Make it quick
******* blood
So sweet
So thick
I realize that this one is a little over my age but as long as I understand it I am no more scarred than I was when I was 5.
Athena Feb 4
Your eyes
are a million colors
Your skin
is a thousand temperatures
Your mind
goes a billion miles
You think so quickly and so often
sometimes you don't even finish a thought
before you've begun
another
You are brilliant
and it shows in every inch of you
and every crevice
oozes with potential
So why do you waste it
on people who can't even see it?
Julie Rogers Jan 15
My friend who isn’t one
Said being a starving artist is a new aesthetic
Like brunching at farmer’s markets
Paint drips, dropped on, white shirts
No shows, at art shows, in SoHo
Exotic meds, white dreads, still fed
Living in your bed head

My cat, she knows the truth
Napping on a pile of wet cat food



Actually, it’s
Calling your chef friend Michael again
And asking him if he knows a different way
To make ramen taste better
Because last time it still tasted
Like you forgot to pay your light bill
Robert Jan 14
like parallel lines
                  
                                        we'll never meet
Should you kindly tell your tales,
I may blindly slash and flail,

Send the ink to paper and scribe the thoughts in immortal time.
When my fires burn invisibly,
Blissfully I stand across the path of my pain,
Aging to wonders I'd never known, but,
I dare.
Shofi Ahmed Jan 4
Time is running so quick
I wonder how did it look.
Like the sun at noon
or a veiled beauty
like the Moon?
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