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Yohan Aug 2020
‪Grant me strength‬
‪for I've been cruising alone‬

‪Give me hope‬
‪cause this phase is really unfair‬

‪Share me some effort‬
‪so that I can do things the way you want‬

‪Help me get this off‬
‪this eerie feeling that circles my chest‬

‪I've been impaled‬
‪please see me...‬
Amara Numen Aug 2020
"But my dear, I was the slave of time. The butcher of tragedy. I was there committed to things people called unmatchable world. In a conscious or in a fiction. There will be always the percentage of how society play the role of madness and sanity in the same time. "
Amara Numen Aug 2020
The show when die is the new smell of flowers. Madness of the emptiness is bigger than infinity. Shall pray to the place where nothing can break the shell. It's a mayday. Payday.
Anais Vionet Aug 2020
(3 Haikus)

Immature - is a
word boring people use to
describe fun people.

I should start a book,
a thick notebook to keep
inappropriate thoughts.

Ever look at friends
and think, "Wow, we're gonna
be some weird adults?"

Sleep is my drug, my
bed is the dealer, my clock
the cops and school the jail.
lets all just relax, ok? No pressure
Parker Aug 2020
i am cherry red lipstick
i am 6 shots of whiskey and loud words
i am soft fairy lights
i am the day and the night, simultaneously
i am my mothers daughter and then some
i am unashamed, bare faced
i am artist
i am writer
i am being

thank you
weird, free verse
Mark Toney Aug 2020
A chance encounter
a snapshot in time
life's random moments
are simply sublime




© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
8/14/2020 - Poetry form: Rhyme - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2020
milk is just grass
stupid questions
what's music?
*** is weird
there must be more to life
spider
can i brush your teeth?
i'd smile for you
even though you don't deserve it
Amara Numen Aug 2020
I'll keep the face of my utopia just to cover the nebula
I played the video games to pace down the wrath
Blue jeans, summertime, your smoke-kiss, the retro song played
Back to november
I'll make you remember
Turn off the shade
Sad dreams of despair
I'll make the repair.
Lana Del Rey made me want to write more and more
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