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π™²πš›πš’, πšπš‘πšŽπš— πšœπš–πš’πš•πšŽ,
π™Όπš˜πšžπš›πš— πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŽπšŠπš•,
π™»πš˜πšŸπšŽ πšŠπš—πš 𝚐𝚎𝚝 πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πšπš‹πš›πšŽπšŠπš”πšœ,
π™²πšŽπš•πšŽπš‹πš›πšŠπšπšŽ, πšŽπš—πš“πš˜πš’ πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πš–πšŽπš—πš.
π™·πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšπšžπš—,
πš‹πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš‹πšŽπšœπš.

π™΄πš—πšŒπš˜πšžπš›πšŠπšπšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš–πš˜πšπš’πšŸπšŠπšπšŽ,
π™°πš•πš πšŠπš’πšœ πš™πš›πšŠπš’ πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšπšŠπš’πšπš‘,
π™ΆπšžπšŠπš›πš πšžπš™, πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšπš›πšŽπš,
π™±πš’πš πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš, πš—πš˜ πš›πšŽπšŸπšŽπš—πšπšŽ.
π™·πšŠπš—πš πšžπš™
πš’πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπš•πšŠπšπšŽ.
That's how we operate.
Just some shades
of life

Β© snoW
I like the way you say my name.
It’s the only resonance I need as I lay alone in the onyx night.
I miss you the most when I feel insignificant.
Maybe just maybe, you’ll think of me when I’m not around.
Maybe you’ll remember how much you aroused my heart.
I cherished you more than I did my own sanity.
Holland Jan 30
Alarm clock, you ****!
I get angry and strike
the top of your head
as if you were a misbehaved child
and I was your grandmother
One, two, one more to go
I have to sleep more
Before I give you the time of day

Covers crinkled, stretching my toes
I roll my head to see my dresser.
It's not the clothes I need from inside it,
but rather the meds that lie on top of it.
Unscrew, pop, swallow, smile and nod
as I look at my reflection in the mirror
"Today is going to be a good day."
Poetry class assignment
Ayesha Jan 14
Living like a shadow
Being the odd one out
Remarkable yet unremembered
Floating in my daydreams
Fighting off reality
Forgetting my priorities
Getting carried away
By life's necessities
And blending into the crowd
At the oddest moments
When sticking out is beneficial
Wilkes Arnold Aug 2021
What does one do when the characters you hate
Are the ones you best construe?
Misgivings and flaws you can relate
To, tho venerable traits you eschew,

The green light gazers and "architect" praisers
Familial leeches or the confessor who preaches
That awareness absolves one of sin,
Compromisers and self-named kaisers
Resound and reverberate within

They pass by in my pages to be mocked and scorned
As evil, cruel, an oaf, or a tool
Too low to respect or too high on their horse
Despicable, maniacal, mediocre, or worse

And I do hate their vileness, I do hate their flaw
I want to shake them and claw at their skull
For nothing more than the gleam of recognition
That by some misfortune of natural law
They and I share a need for contrition.
Sasha Iqbal Jul 2021
I'm bound by thin shackles, thick ones too,
My mind is held hostage and how I try to escape,
My body may move, yet the Chains of History keep me bottled, I can't forget the ghosts of my past; the traps I so blindly walked into,
How they love to linger,
As a painful reminder of my regrets and remorse,
They speak to me, like every rose to its thorn,
They bind tighter,
I smile.
For with them,
I am Complete.
tiredkoalahugs Apr 2021
"Mama said gonna be all right
But mama don't know what it's like in my mind
Mama said that the sun gonna shine
But mama don't know what it's like to want to die"
Song by Anson Seabra
Cae Apr 2021
I'm not gullible, you know.
I know second chances
are just excuses.
I know I have to stop counting the stars for those
who wouldn't even stay up to see them glow.
I know.

I can't keep breaking myself to fit their template,
to make them feel perfect.
I know I need to start burning bridges
with the match that has always stayed unlit through my temperance.
I know.

I need to stop looking through rose-colored lenses.
I always hoped that when I took them off,
nothing would change.

But maybe it's good that
I finally see what has really been in front of me.
Evie G Mar 2021
The time would be 3:00, had it not been hidden behind the countdown
The wavering vrrrrrrrrrrrrr of the microwave is not enough to wake
The naive parental mind, causing the ideal image to break
The ping
Of the microwave waits
Torn between warmth and fear
It is this moment when the panic sets in,
for the door


the miniature metallic square
The pop of door
The stench of soggy noodles

And so she is safe

Until another 3:00
Hey there,
Playing with space a bit with, yk, for funzies. Any comments much appreciated
Wanna be free
Do my own thing
On my own time
No worries
No stress
Things running smoothly as they should be
Dont need the unnecessary anything
Do one thing at a time
Still doesnt work out
I'm trying to do something for myself
Have something going for myself
Instead I get pushed back..
Step 1
How is a person supposed to keep fighting like this?
Yea the same old saying..
But what else is new though?
What else you got for me?
Positivity can only bring but so much joy
Just wanna strive and achieve
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