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Frost Dec 2018
What if life is a dream
And dying is the only way to wake up?

Will you get reincarnated?
Will you lose all of your memories of your life before you died?

Will you forget all of your loved ones?
Will they forget you as well?

If you do "wake up" and you did get reincarnated
Will you get stuck in another dream as well?




What if life is a dream,
Does that mean that life is a lie?

Everything you had
Everyone you loved

Never existed
YOU never existed


...


The thought scares me
A poem full of my "What ifs" thoughts
Kai Dec 2018
We don't have to sit back and try to fit
We don't have to toughen up and be a hypocrite
We can take and stand and change it

This isn't where we make shallow friends
This isn't where our story ends
This is how we overcome the dead-ends

Our reputation changes with us
Our reputation is not superfluous
Our reputation will not be our Aeacus

Don't try to fit in and stay bowed
Don't look down make sure your head is up proud
Don't be one of the crowd
I was responding to a quote in English class today and when I looked at what I wrote I was inspired to write this.
rosy conquers Oct 2018
Is this a joke
Probably a dare
Is this flirting
A push and pull, a tease
Is this a sick drunk call
Wanting comfort from anyone
Is this seeking a new person
One you can’t get from your friends
Is this wanting to know me
Curious to uncover the depths of my core
Is this a cry of help
Wanting to be heard, to be comforted
Is this you
Just baring yourself to another human

I need to know what this is
Will you please tell me?
Paul Tito Aug 2018
Here I am, in the middle of the night.
The wind; cold. The room; silent.
My eyes, blinded by the white light,
reading words that formed images of the past.

Words that I wrote.
Memories that I sought.
Sought I did, not to forget.
but to remember.

It was painful. Once.
But not anymore. No longer.
Now I smile, upon the beauty of naivety. Immaturity.
But most of all:
Love.

Words built upon childish love.
The little kid who thought,
he knew Pure Love.
But it was merely a whim.
A desire.
A choice.

He dove head-on,
without knowing anything at all.
And that he did, and he was
full of joy.

That's why he did not cry.
He did not even try.
He only felt cold. Empty.
Because he knew he lost something.
Something he held dearly.

And so, I lingered. 'Till now.
It's time to formally close that chapter.
And for new memories,
I shall wander.
Life, I guess.
Lougene F Aug 2018
As the thin wheels keep on rolling clockwise
there is a scratching noise that annoys me
"There's nothing wrong, it's not broken"
I told myself and choose to ignore
Placed my feet back on the pedal
I kept going

Sunny side up straight gawking at me
I looked back and stare
I must be seeing blind and lured into oblivion
It was an awesome sun-shiny day!
Suddenly, I stumble upon this momentum
while "Tickets to Ride by the Beatles" playing on the background
I hit the ground and rolled

Almost passed out, invisible bruises all over me
I feel pained
Pain all over me like I was going to be forgotten
lost in space, eaten by a black hole
then spit out by it

Everything in slow motion
like in a matrix action film
My consciousness is beginning to
regain little by little..
Little did I knew that little things can hurt you
Split-second imposing wonder turned into chaos
but it comes to my mind that
it's so awesome to be hurt in order for me to grow stronger
Yesss, positivity at its best
I get back up again
and chose to keep going
What a ride.
Random thoughts on how we get hurt so easily.
m Jul 2018
my dream isn't a place,
not an object.
or a college,
nor a job.

my dream lives, and breathes.

my dream feels happy,
might get sad,
will get hurt,
and will forgive.

my dream is a person, my person.

you.
this is about the person who will never return the love i feel, so thats why they are just a dream. a wonderful one at that.
Mira Jul 2018
When cameras were first invented,
The photographs were in Black & White,
Yet, the happiness was genuine and colourful.

Now, in this era,
The photographs are full of colours,
Yet,
Our happiness are colourless
Just like old Black & White Photographs....
Mr Quiet Jul 2018
Hold on to me.
I cannot even bare the thought of losing you,
For you are already a part of me,
You are the sole purpose of why my heart beats.

Loving words,
Caring heart,
Breathtaking presence,
You tear me apart.
You love me so much,
As I also love you,
No words can measure the weight of my heart.
Where do I even start?

I'll always remember those times,
When we kept talking about our lives,
We talked and talked 'till past midnight,
We talked and we felt love inside.

You were there for me,
At my loneliest times,
During those depressing nights.
I thought no one would be that nice,
But then you proved me wrong,
And held me tight.
When You Used To Call Me Mine
Part 12/14
Silver Jun 2018
First day in College,
A day in a roller coaster sit,
Fear and anxiety fills up your thoughts,
Will I be okay?

The walls emits different stories,
Different people but same feeling,
Grey number plates,
Is this my temporary residence?

You miss high school,
It’s not that you don’t want to go to college,
But you miss your old gang,
Will I will be able to laugh with the new one?

All this questions,
But there are no answers,
It’s just the first day,
Maybe I can get through.
Olivia Daniels Mar 2018
Sometimes I wonder
All the time actually
   if it's bad that I think about things like this

You've given me very few reasons to feel
Any way that isn't bliss
   but I still find myself questioning
   things I shouldn't think

I ask myself
What it means to
Be In Love
   because in the end
   isn't it just a word?
   even though I know it's a feeling too.

I ask myself
   why do I always put you first?
   and forget about myself
Because I'm good at blending in
I'm good at conforming
   to avoid conflict
   and make myself more likeable

In the end,
I'm not outstanding.
I'm not really funny
                    or interesting
                    or unique
I'm not really very pretty either.

So is that why I conform?
To be what I imagine you want
Because I'm afraid of losing you
   even though you've never given me a reason
   to believe that you'd leave me
   if I were anything but myself

Is it really Love
If I ask these questions?

Will I ever find an exact match?
Someone who thinks like me
    or act as I'd expect?
Because my expectations are unrealistically high
So I'd never find someone better, right?

I blame the movies.
Is it really a good relationship if I'm constantly conforming? Even if that's my personality and my expectations are too high.
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