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JakeY Sep 2020
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Out of the cold into the sun
When I am old I'll remember the fun
A story now told without a pun
A boy once sold is now on the run
Dracol Noir Apr 2016
Look under the bed
But don't touch the floor.
Many tears to shed
But don't go knocking at the door.
The title is just a name I thought up of. It's not from a film, book or anything at all.

Bit of a backstory with this poem; I was up late at night doing homework but my mind kept on drifting. I was remembering a horror story about a serial pet killer on the loose and a little girl, home alone with the family dog under her bed. Hiding under the blanket, she would put her arm down and let the dog lick her hand...
Jagriti Sep 2020
A lovable girl
I met her,
It's been four long years
Since I know her.

We've been together
Always in all our ups and downs,
But it seems like
It's just yesterday when I met that clown.

I know her very well
Is there still something left?
Coz I want to know
Her each and every depth.

She shares very little
Thank god with me atleast she do,
Me, yes I too
Very often do.

She doesn't says anything
But in her eyes I see her pain,
It's obvious coz
Afterall we are very close friends.
No gift for appreciation is better than the gift of words.

So I thought of appreciating my friend with my words😊
will Sep 2020
I painted my brothers nails black
he got tired and we took a nap
then I woke up to get a snack
there was even a little cold snap
Prompt: write about what you did today!
Aashi Sinha Sep 2020
i met a boy
he looked like everything i want right now
he liked dominos
he liked taking risks
he is dumb
he said
he liked me

i talked to a boy
he was all creative and idiotic, yellow and blue
he wanted to talk
he tried to talk
he and I read together
he said
he liked me

i sat with a boy
he was all cricket and fans
he wanted my number
he tried getting my number
he left
he said
he liked me

i got a text from a boy
he was all mainstream youtube, gangster rap and football
he is a golden boy
riding off into the sunset
without the care of the world
with someone
but
not
me
he said
he liked me

i maybe understood a boy
sluggish smile, innocent eyes, ****** tongue, hate for dank, unfulfilled promises, sugary vows of freedom and love, switching sports, introduction to the family before dawn and introduction to the friends at midnight
he said
he loved me

i loved a boy
even if he loved TikTok rap more than me, loved action movies more than me, loved hide and seek more than me, loves other girls more than me

i like a boy
he probably disabled his account, he won't do that to me. he is fine, i know that
karma is it?
well **** it

i want you back, ******* send him back, i'd crack my knuckles, hold your hand, grip your fingers, turn them over, curl them around, make a ****** clump of flesh, broken bones and promises

i wanna be yours

2 days after your birthday, pumpkin skies and smog

we talked on a crisp noon, your mom wasn't home, threw adorable nothings at each other, told things we've been hiding for too long

we stayed till spring when the sweet love had started to blossom.

he said
he was sorry

and
i didn't get to say anything.
story time
Aashi Sinha Sep 2020
In the dark i saw you, bathed in yellow and blue
yellow and blue
happy, true?

i love it all, red, yellow, green, eyes, freckles, the beauty spots, silly whatnots
i love it all, the tired eyes, the voice, his voice, his touch, his sighs, his hugs, his writing, everything, his everything, and travis scott while maths

joji, jeans, games, memes, science, print, morals, snap, memories, Heart, Full, Yet, Feels, Like, Nothing

F1 generation pain
Fey Sep 2020
the sad frog in my wallpaper
watches me suspiciously;
narrow eyes full of decay,
nostrils small and insignificant.
we are having an ambitious staring contest
each with their own emptiness.

© fey (01/09/20)
don't even ask what tf this is about, I am officially a mental trainwreck
Kelsey Banerjee Sep 2020
forgotten,
egg yolk splits, sautées
golden sun between butter and pepper
white halo hardens, boils bubbling a ***** browning
while the one yellow eye runs
with the clock hands
carefully I peel the rubbery flesh away
lay it on saucer, slather bread with butter
already wondering what wry churns the day brings.
Saige Aug 2020
The black cat sat on the road of the sideways door and asked me to ask a question unanswered by the universe, for it seemed a little trepidation to ask such a stranger as me whose permanence like the door has gone beneath the waves of light and into darkness below the sun and stars, deeper than the night-cat’s fur. Yet I knew the answer and asked the question, and the stars gleamed brighter that rust, and the galaxies I saw were within the slitted eyes before my face, though I did not fall to my forgottenness in that galaxy, but lived in my ghostly form, unanswering questions of old and trying not to remember my thoughts. The cat was unknown to me after that, the tail like a feather duster leaping among the moons of my world, crowing down at me from branches and constellations. I wonder how the universe would think of such a black cat, one who does not mind the coldness of ghosts or stars, or the unknowingness of such things, and who asks for askers and questions them until the dust settles and transforms around it.
Is this prose? I don't know. More like a train of thought ascending to the stars...
This is what I do to procrastinate writing essays for school.
random splashes of cerise
were painted in the eve sky
they predicted a morrow
of beaming sunshine
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