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Shounak Apr 2020
I've exhausted every option so that I have something to do
But boredom is after me like it's a ghost
People rant like this is a jail
Tell me, where else would you try something new fail after fail
This is a tangled time, atleast that's how it appears
You're at home for 18 weeks and not 18 years
Look at that couch-potato
What has he accomplished?
But now that I'm on the couch,
Atleast I can be a hero
Shounak Apr 2020
The numbers are racking up
People dropping like flies
Only this time it's every
survival movie come to life
the world is resetting
nature coming back to it's glory
the science guys are at it
making a cure and creating history
What do we have to do? asks the extrovert
Why don't you become like me, says the introvert
All this time the government was spending billions
To save lives and to stop this spread, make people stay home
Why do you pay for that with money
When you can pay with common sense
el Apr 2020
i can't
fuvking
breathe
because of you
you saved my life
and now you'll be the reason
i end it
Maja Apr 2020
Save me if you must.
Love me if you dare.
Turn me into dust.
Leave me if you care.
A short poem about something.
What is still not certain. But then again, is anything?
Juno Apr 2020
In the end it’s love
That will save us from ourselves.
An instinct greater than us
Makes us think of someone else.
el Apr 2020
loving someone
is only giving them a door
giving them a door
a lock
a key
and a wrecking ball
they can choose to
destroy you
save you
protect you
they can do whatever they please
and in the end they leave
whether by
betrayal
forsaking
or death
they leave
and take a piece with them.
Anamarija Apr 2020
How dare we
think of the loan of universe, its arrangement - when the Earth is breathing in chaos!
#Save our planet
Dez Mar 2020
Look upon my misery
Trapped here on this island
You think we want to lure men to injury?
Think that we want to call this our homeland?

We sing these beautiful songs
And cry for help
And the men come in throngs
But at the beauty their minds do melt

And though they struggle to free us
They dash their ships on the rocks
All for what, to free us?
And so now the god's do mock!

My feathered friends
Do feel the same
For they too hate to see men bend
And hate how we are forced to sing a song so lame

But what about you?
You have listened to my plea
And you are still sane along with your crew
Come save us from this island and make us free!

Closer now
In to the fome
Watch your bow
Your entering my home...

On to the rocks you cast your ship
Your mind still set
On the words that came from my lips
It is fate that you just met

Lame is the song I sung
But you fell as others will
On every word you hung
So I shall sing it still.
Sunstrike Mar 2020
The world is not a place we call "Home" anymore.

Even for minutes being outside, we surrender ourselves to danger.
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