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Tint Jun 2020
46, 47,.. her lips was counting
how the clock is ticking
when the time is frozen
she couldn't move,
but the limbs are shaking

and what to think of
the care they promised
now in a lonely freezer
her bones are cracking
to think of the living

and wish she be braver
in the next life
they be together
and she would die again
no regrets!

she shivered,
and soul descended
with hopes of forever
in another universe
again.
Stories inside poetries
Carissa Lee Jun 2020
So if I want to burn,
Let me burn!
I am throwing it all away!
All Away!
All the scraps you ever gave me,
all the empty promises you made,
I will set it all aflame,
watch me rise from the ashes!
Birthed by Brimstone,
Birthed by Fire!
I am a phoenix without a name!
Flying Fast!
Flying Blind!
A new town,
a brand new start!
I dare not look back
upon the wreckage of my wake.
What's My Name!
What's my name!
  what's my name?
Won't anyone say my name?
What's my name?
Gigi Jun 2020
Tired
so tired
keep going
I am going
don't push so hard
stop I am trying
go further
further where
the road stops here
then die
how morbid
not die but let the wind take you
how do I do that?
die inside
then you will peak
will I no longer be tired?
Sure...
then I just might die...
Neutral is the safest emotion...
LightToBurn Apr 2020
When we ended
I died
And woke up in heaven
10 word poetry
Hussein Dekmak Apr 2020
When the sun sets, he lays to rest.
When she rises, his soul is reborn.

Hussein Dekmak
Edited 2
I’ve been running for too long
I’ve been hiding in the woods
Always searching for the truth
Without knowing how it looks

Every battle should be won
Every pain will turn to dust
All the bridges are in flames
Me with them but that’s the nature of the Phoenix

Will you love me as I am?
When I emerge from the flames
Covered in ashes
Will you see me through the scars?
Without pity or remorse

Even with the bounty on my head
I’ll hold my head high
Not ashamed of all my wounds
Stronger after every fall
That’s the true nature of the Phoenix
Ray Dunn Mar 2020
sometimes the trickle of
words to my own self
seeps into my veins
and leaves my heart beating
i’m so lost and unmotivated. i hate apathy, but at least hating is better than nothing
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