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Paul Idiaghe Aug 2020
a cradle of completion;
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
as a twisting time renders it
subtle and scrambled, but
unendingly unsolvable
—my meaning left
muddled on the palms of life


muddled on the palms of life
—my meaning left
unendingly unsolvable,
subtle and scrambled, but
as a twisting time renders it
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
a cradle of completion;
a coward holds the lovers card upright in his hand
told them both he’d take to the promise land
torn between two queens, all confused
didn’t want to leave any of them bruised.

a naive youngster held the fool in reverse
fell for all the tricks and games was the curse
she gave in full but took none, always came at second best
time wasted being used, finding out again she was just the guest.
misfortune-telling
a man afraid to choose so he led both on because he didn't want to hurt any
a woman believed him and she was always an option but never the choice
Christian C Jun 2020
I was going to compose a parallel poem
mirroring the ways you show you care
but you have made it evident
that I will never be your home.

You would
thoughtfully answer my never-ending stream of questions
carry me to bed with a blissful blanket of sleep and softness
grant me the honor of wearing anything you owned, and smile at my choices
actively correspond with me, more in the span of a few weeks than your standard for a lifetime
trust me to take care of your bright-green banana-of-a-boy
assist and twist and crack my spine further
track and plot my heartrate to find a trend in tempo and tone
and always provide the nearness I need to breathe
and feel
and be
myself.

I did not need to pen a poem
to know that you care, albeit reticent
but you have made it evident
that I will never be your home.
Danielle Apr 2020
My thought kept haunting me

I loved you, like the calm ocean
a deep blue uncertainty.

I loved you, like a pure rage of storm;
that's when I found myself.

that's when I felt truly alive.
I'm a dark moon
So don't try to convince me that
I have my own light,
Because at the end of the day
I hate myself in every single way
And I'm not going to lie to myself by saying
There is beauty inside of me that matters
So rest assured I will remind myself
That I am worthless, terrible Moon
And nothing you say will make me believe
I still deserve love
Because no matter what
I am not good to be loved
And I am in no position to believe that
Light doest exist within me
Because whenever I look at the Sun I always think
Am I so dark as they say?
Read from the bottom
dessa Mar 2020
one day
he will love you
the way
you loved him

one day,
he will think of you
the way
you thought of him

one day,
he will cry for you
the way
you cried for him

one day,
he'll want you
but,
you won't want him
Euphrosyne Mar 2020
Love
That is twisted fate,
Fly you higher than you've ever flown
Love will pick you up
before
And then drop you
Maybe it will catch you
You'll never know until you are in place 
In faith
Maybe it wasn't love,
What a cruel twisted fate

Now read in reverse
This is for my friend who is at the same situation. Goodluck on your relationship.
Apollo Jan 2020
I hate the person in the mirror
so you'll never hear me say that
I'm good enough
I know in my heart that
the number on the scale defines my worth
and that
being thin will make me happy
I refuse to believe that
There is hope
I'm ashamed of my body
No longer can I say that
I am worth fighting for

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