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Sarah L May 2020
You call me bitter.

Yes, I am bitter.

Why wouldn’t I be?

The taste of your

failure on my tongue

burns from how you

taught us that our

creativity tastes of cough

syrup and fear and

that failure tastes of

our very own blood.


You call me restless.

Yes, I am restless.

How couldn’t I be?

I dance to the

exhaustive rhythm of discovering

that I identify with

test scores and not

by the rhythm that

stirred me from my

forceful and deafening education.
I watched an interesting TED talk about America's education system.
Meysa Apr 2020
like ivy around my thighs
a disease of the tongue
take me
raw.
LightToBurn Apr 2020
Oh my freaking god
Here comes this ******* again
*******, and you too
a senryu
(similar to haiku)
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Tillage
by Michael R. Burch

What stirs within me
is no great welling
straining to flood forth,
but an emptiness
waiting to be filled.

I am not an orchard
ready to be harvested,
but a field
rough and barren
waiting to be tilled.

Keywords/Tags: tillage, raw, potential, barren, field, tabula rasa, blank slate, palimpsest
Be careful when wishing for blessings,
Creating the world of hidden expectations.
Before the dawn and the sunset,
There are too many breaths.

You walk the earth uncanny
Creating ripples around you.
Your steps are light as feathers
Your words are sharp as knives.

Be gentle when talking to people,
Forming the thought you are carrying.
Before the dawn and the sunset,
There are too many deaths.
rk Mar 2020
days are passing and you're disappearing slowly
I laugh at the times where I thought i could never let you go
so much heartbreak sometimes you think you can never move on but the reality is that you do and you will. Love is not nice to everyone and sometimes it grips you deep inside before completely ripping you open and tearing up all your confidence and leaving you fragile and naive. I used to wish you could give me the things I needed I really wished, id pray that one day I wouldn't need those things I was only human. I wanted to be loved the way i wished as a girl and I was becoming a woman settling each time, till i couldn't and it killed me but it was time
it was time to say goodbye
this is a terrible poem, it doesnt match, and it doesnt rhyme but its my brain fumbling in pure ugliness and emotion spilling out everything i feel and not editing it once. This is raw emotion
Antionicia Mar 2020
i hold the poetry within me i feel it within my bones and it burrows within my soul but i can't write and my fingers won't work. i need to speak and i need to let someone in. this is not something i can just tell with my pen.
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