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my boss asked me
to have a coffee chat
with the new girl.

talked about goals,
progression,
settling in —
it was the kind
that made me proud
for having
such a great team.

two hours later,
she quit.
this one is about a one-on-one i thought went really well.
Shoaib Shawon Sep 19
I have returned all that I borrowed—
the dreams,the heat, the light.
I face a narrow,stark tomorrow,
and welcome the coming night.

I drew a line around my name,
a border with no gate.
Inside,the rules are not the same:
there is no love,no hate.

I wonder—
if you reached out your hand to me,
would it find anything?
Or pass through where I used to be,
a ghost on winter's wing?
ZACK GRAM Sep 13
Just like ****** predicted
The Jews are genocide anyone who disagrees

Netanyahu must resign
Isreal must fall
This isn't about race
Its about morals
Faith
And dignity

If the prime minister doesnt accept defeat
All Christians of honor
Will take to the streets
Unite for 1 cause
And stand together

This regime must fall
1 man or religion should not control the banks
Should not get others involved in proxy wars
And starve innocent women and children
How dare you jews
How dare you

You woke a sleeping giant
As a pure blood Aryan
Not racially
But statistically
Jerusalem your time has come
To bring peace back to the holy lands thru strength and honor
Not by the hands of a rocket or gun

I give you 1 month to apologize
Pull out all your troops
And eradicate this hate
For what you define as Terror
You are the terrorists
Get a grip on reality
As king earth
I hold the power to dismantle you
And in God's name I will

Not from hate
But from caring for others well being
Health
And safety and security globally

You have shown since world war 2
Nothing has changed even after my people saved you from speaking German right now

Fix this **** before I do

Or else...
No more proxy
Arii Sep 13
I, I’ve,
I, I’ve—

I’ve dug a grave
Deep into the ground
Filled with hail and rain
And foul

Words that burrow
Further
Than any other
Worm

Than any other
Word

Painted portraits
Contorted faces
They’re laced
With malice
And filled
With hatred

The pictures of the
Dead
They stare
Straight ahead

No goal
In mind
No destination
In sight

When they give their
Final bow
How’s the world to
Spin around

When the weight befalls
A fallen tapestry
Without a sound

Every step you take
Is disturbance
And breaking of the
Silence

The wake

That resides
With
The fallen,
The silent,
The gone.
Another day has folded its wings
Yielding graciously to the night;
And somewhere out there Love is hiding,
While lost hearts seek their guiding light

I've seen dark nights when clouds drape the moon
And celestial orbs dim their light,
And yet there's no darkness that equals
The void when Love's hidden from sight

Love enjoys playing this merciless game,
(Of course, I can only surmise)
But Love remains mute when I beckon,
And deaf to my heart's wistful cries

Ah, but with what mastery it moves,
Taunting hearts, leading them astray;
Much like that vile serpent of Eden,
Love teases, then slithers away

Defeated we confront the folly
Of our efforts as day unwinds;
Sadly, Love's pranks can prove fatal for
The heart that seeks, but never finds

Love is an alluring game of chance
That hides behind its dubious schemes;
As for the lovelorn, we must seek our bliss
In the secret confines of our dreams
Cadmus Jun 5
🚪

Tell those latecomers,
they are too late.

No longer welcome.

The longing that once burned for them,
now sleeps in ashes they cannot revive.

Even beauty,
once able to undo me,
now passes by,
unseen,
untouched.

For what fails to arrive when it’s needed,
doesn’t arrive at all.

Excessive waiting takes its toll,
and the loss is permanent.

⌛️
Some doors don’t slam… they simply stop opening.
sofia Jun 1
You never raised your voice,
but you never listened, either.
I learned to smile
while shrinking quieter.

I gave and gave
until I bent,
and still you asked
where all the warmth went.

It’s not rage—
not fire, not storm.
Just the slow erosion
of keeping form.

Tiny cuts,
dismissed as small.
You said, “Don’t take it personal.”
I took it all.

Now I nod and pour your tea,
but something’s hollow in my chest.
You never broke me loudly—
you wore me out
like all the rest.
My portrayal of emotional erosion in a quiet, imbalanced relationship—one where neglect, dismissal, and subtle invalidation cause deep damage over time.
Charles May 24
One more swell now motionless,
Realness from afar,
Drifting pointlessly,
Into a world of dubiety and falling stars.

The apprehension of letting go,
A fount of cognizance and angst,
With advents of dawn,
Seeing through the night, to no more be recast,

A future, said to reflect the age,
Alight, yet dimming anew,
Abaft the scud of clouds,
Burning itself out – the sun that never quite withdrew.
Begot with a paradox, to spawn distance from a state called 'life'.
Dylan A Apr 29
If I shot at a number line,
The chance of hitting it exactly would be 0,
Because a line made only of points has no width,
And points themselves have no size.

So it is impossible to pick a specific point.

So if I had, or did, shoot my shot,
I’d have no chance,
Because she is only his,
And he is hers.

So it is impossible to shoot my shot at her.
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