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Nezel Apr 6
How's the weather?
Sweaty eyes and humid nose
How's the weather?
In situations you didn't chose
How's the weather?

Locked eyes and lifted lips
To sour goodbyes and tightened grips
Every page is filled with ink
That's made to vanish once you blink

Place a bucket, catch the tears
While holes are still fresh, wetting sheers
Get a shovel and dig your eyes
Got blinded by love to see his lies?

You are foolish while still sober
Tell me then, how's the weather?
Step on the clock and keep climbing
'til you reach the epoch where it's not raining
Blakely P Mar 10
We dance in circles
A dance around the truth
A continuous and dangerous dance
One with no escape
A song only we can hear
A song never quite finished
A dance with seemingly no end
A dance only to result in tragedy
Another rough draft, definitely want to change this up but I like posting
Blakely P Mar 6
Not until you left
Not until you left did I realize I truly liked you
Not until you left did I realize I couldn't imagine my life with you
Not until you told me at the gates that you would leave someday
Not until I realized I would never like someone the way I liked the one that got away
A very rough draft but I just wanted to post something for the first time here
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I can do anything,
I have the most powerful tool,
If the black sea won't budge,
I'll make it move,
I could shape the world,
With the implement of destruction,
Hidden in my back pocket.
Dan AC Jan 26
I'd always thought villians were cool and especially their backstory, but I always wished it was my own.. So destroyed myself, fell , shattered ,and died.  Made my hands felt the thick hot blood of my body.

And still I smile.
I wanted this, i should be grateful.
...
Nyx Aria Jan 6
In my manuscript,
I've burned my past lives.
Deep in the cortex's haze,
Memories buried in sighs.
There was no reason no why,
It was a vague albeit goodbye.
written on 07/05/2024
Nyx Aria Jan 6
on the outside,

i placed my cards on a lifeline

when did it dawn unto you?

morning, noon or midnight?
written on 05/18/2022
Edward Hynes Dec 2024
Sometime in a quantum flux, a particle imagined us,
Thought creation worth a fling, and threw the dice to start this thing.

A particle that thinks it’s God? I know that sounds a little odd,
But even worse, it has a vice, a particle that plays with dice.
With apologies to Niels Bohr and Alert Einstein
Jeremy Betts Dec 2024
Don't have to acknowledge the sty
When we're all blind from an eye for an eye
~•§•~
There's a broken heart in every lie
A loose thread in every tie
~•§•~
Look and you'll find failure in every try
The hardest question proposed or answered is,
"Why?"
~•§•~
Why does what I apply
End up needing an alibi?
~•§•~
Ignore those that only supply
Some self serving reply
~•§•~
Life is something you can't defy
Walk your own path and fry
~•§•~
Don't worry if you can't fly
Only gods live in the sky
~•§•~
They're probably getting high
Just to f*cking get by
~•§•~
Ghosts can still cry
But the dead inside can't seem to die

©2024
What shy thoughts run through your head on the daily, and twice at night?
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