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This isn't happening
all of the sudden
we need to close the beaches
and call in sick

Don't cry again teargas
it's not your fault
don't get hot there gun
you gave it your best shot

Song and dance, weekend warrior
soothe your soul
with a little radio friendly fire

The forest can be petrified
the sea wild
working without a mask
is both, you know

It's quite out of this world
but you haven't
really seen outerspace
until you've had DayQuil
with dissociatives

Then you take hot trips
to odd places
like an international
convenient store
where they're always
out of Africa and milk

I wish Monday mourning
would go jump off a bridge
I wish taco Tuesday
would become a festive holiday
nevertheless, our girl Friday
is always good for the job

The weight has lifted
the wait has (week)ended
the search for
my socks and sanity
can now kick off

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Mariah Roy Mar 18
Now close your eyes
And open them at sunrise
Grab the string to the blinds
Think of how you miss the sunlight

While you stretch your arms with a great yawn
And watch butterflies lay on the rose in the lawn
You ponder on what you will dream
Then wonder what else hides in the green

Smell the dew upon the grass
Your mug of coffee, done at last
To feel its warmth upon your fingers
And hope that maybe it will linger

Water the tiny kiwi tree
Study each and every leaf
To wonder how large it may grow
And hope in sixty years you'll know

To wonder where the sun goes
And if the butterflies eat the rose
To ponder if you'll sleep in turn
If you read this in reverse
Nuala Jan 19
My wardrobe does not contain pretty dresses
or cosy jumpers
My wardrobe is not where I go to smell fresh cotton
or to hang up my coat after a walk in the rain
My wardobe is where I find my fraying armour at 6am
it is where I pick my favourite mask
any mask
to hide my truth
I pick the mask with cherub cheeks
and eyes that light the room
i pick the mask that cloaks my sodden cheeks
and tie is thrice around my face
Drilling nails down into my skull
dare it not slip away
My wardrobe does not contain pretty dresses
or cosy jumpers
It holds everything I hide
and bury deep and safe inside.
sophie Jan 19
7.
she leaves for hours on end
then she comes back
eats
sleeps
school
out
a girl escapes.
already running in circles,
still care about drawing lines.
Maybe humans found a way out of their humdrum existence through the division of anything and everything.
But that's not even the worst part.
Unfortunately, it seems that humans never learn and the loop goes on.
Lowkie Nov 2020
Routine
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Wake up and brush your teeth
Bath and go to eat
Leave the house looking neat
Cause there's "important" people you might meet
Get home and eat
Do what you have to before going to sleep
Next morning, repeat.
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This is what life is suppose to be
Live in a routine until your 6 feet deep
Out there, noone really cares how you feel
As long as obey to societies needs
Your life is complete
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I don't believe in déjà vu anymore
Everyday is the same thing
Nothing is new anymore
Yet life is unique, oh please
Ask yourself this
Are you alive or just on repeat?
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Lowkie®
Ash Nov 2020
Whenever there is urge to kiss you ,
I go by the screen , a small peck.
Perhaps , leg pillow have done the match to replace nuzzle assumption.
Same state but different city is fascinating one way at time.
Ana Oct 2020
I've always preferred finding out what time it was by looking at the watches of strangers,
Preferably on a morning carriage where the forgotten time difference from fading holidays meet the eternally shaken bracelets
Strangers, on their way to an oversized office smelling like old tea and leftover birthday cake.

My eyes, moving from one being to the next,
wondering if they woke up in their own bed.
Disparate attires or obedient consumerism, smells of cologne and *****, unironed shirts and loose ties,
Remains of a night too quickly ended or of a morning that started off wrong.
Strangers, burning the courage to face the dread of small talk talk and mindless tasks.

A half hour turnover of faces, smells and stories,
Strangers, unknowingly sharing their lives with me.
Maria Etre Oct 2020
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