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Yonnick August Jan 2019
The inevitable unknown abyss,
Sparks the fear in one,
As one contemplate of the steps,
That leads to possible oblivion.

Fearing the thought of being forgotten,
Anxiously striving to create,
A legacy
A mark
Something.
In desperation of murdering this feeling,
Putting it away from us far,
The very idea of unimportance.

Every being,
In this vapor of time,
When faced with our setting sun,
Dream of all not being for naught,
Of our little contribution.
And we hope at the very least,
We are remembered,
By someone.
Poetic T Jan 2019
Where all dead stars
             Clinging to a
              Fading light


Not realising that
        Even though were
                                 Gone.

We still burn within the
                  Darkness.
Diming slowly over time.
Breanna evans Jan 2019
in a world where everyone
is trying to get ahead,
make their family proud,
and their neighbors jealous

i'm just trying to feel useful,
like if I was to die tomorrow
I'd be missed,
and not replaced within a week
when I compare my life goals to others,
I feel so alien, so out-of-place
Poetic T Jan 2019
Loss is a moment remembered,
           but the memory of those live on
       within the moments we remember.

We never forget those
    who where a light within the moments
                                                      of our lives,
even though gone they still shine bright
Eric Jan 2019
When someone tells you they love you
What does that mean to you ?
It means
I lose everything
I lose my very being
I lose everything I'm used to seeing
But love you decieve me
Tricked me into contentment
Believing I was comfortable
High Apon my feet shouting with Glee
But you decieved me.
Now I am alone
Not making a move
Because it comes with a fee
You take it so easily
As I crumble
With every part of me
I'm lost
The cost
Is too much
I let go
And forget I breath
I thought I was better
To know
When I was decieved.
Oliver Philip Nov 2018
A limerick.
There was a young lady of Riga
Who went for a ride on a tiger
They returned from the ride
With the lady inside.
And a smile on the face of the tiger.
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Remembering from school.
Posted by Philip. November 24th 2018
A young lady of Riga
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