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Niharika Jun 2020
Don’t give up

Just talk , don’t give up
Share a thought, make sure ‘tis heard
Lean on as it gives you strength
To bear and sail through the flood

Don’t let the despondency rule your emotions
For every breath you take , there should be no hesitation
A trifling smile can bring much hope
For any being who’s just trying to cope
Though the world is harsh and at times it seems
No one is there to confide and speak
It’s a perception we carry by the night when no one can see what’s in our  plight

Remember the golden rule that in no way it’s uncool
To share and talk with your tongue as a tool
Don’t let imperfections affect the vivacity of a bloom
As each flower responds to a mother’s croon.

........……….                 Niharika
Emotions# share# talk# # affect# imperfection #bloom#confide
Raven Woodfort Jun 2020
We Are The Builders


Our most important projects
Are those we never finish:
We will always be building
friendships.

Sandwich by sandwich.
Inktober 2019. "Everything grows and heals with time and sandwiches."
x May 2020
i give more than i receive
and i wonder if i deserve more.
but if meeting half way,
and giving less than i feel,
is how to gain equality in our love,
i don't want it.

i can't pretend there's no pit in my stomach
or tug on my heart
or smile on my face
whenever i see you.

no matter what i do,
i can't make your fire burn brighter,
harder
and hotter
for me.

so am i naive to stay
for the affection i receive
when it takes more than it gives?
or is that just love:
it's imperfect.
and i choose it,
him,
us,
every day.
just thoughts- i overthink and overanalyse everything so i'm definitely creating a problem that's not there so it's better to write it down than dwell
tmartin May 2020
like a cat
i’m waiting for my owner
in my case, more gropes.
i am vain
i regularly conjure up poetry on my skin
do not give me yours.
i will recite every word to my last paper breath
so i can kid myself that paper is power.
my hands, are a canvas
canvas for anyone's ***** thoughts and ***** details
for if enough titles are painted on my body then perhaps
i will learn the complex trick
at trick of gaining depth.
and maybe the world will look as full.
as full and real as i
attest about it
read about it
dream about it
vision about it in books,
or dance with in music,
and maybe perhaps my edges will stop being ripped;
or my corners cut
or maybe my pages will not be burned and tossed aside.
true;
sometimes, i am this tiny
sometimes, i am this entangled
sometimes, i am this bonded
vulnerable, and judged by many
but also sometimes i am full of wonder

but right now, i am this.


|  i am paper and no wonder i like words |
Excerpts from [Desperate Acts by tma_rtin]
Lara May 2020
Emotions
You can’t control them

Some people are able to show their emotions
Some people prefer to not share them

Emotions are private
Everybody decides who they want to share their emotions with

Emotions are a way to express feelings

Emotions can be rough or sensitive

They sometimes drown you
You decide whether to swim back to the surface or go under the wave and become a part of the ocean
Can you control them?
Dave Robertson May 2020
Splinter and divide,
time after time,
bluster and misdirect,
point to the workshy or foreigners,
twist the knife in vulnerable hearts
and fan the fear

We’re here because at some point past
we agreed this land should last
that it stands for goodness and right
and all heads shared the thought
so the idea
became

Our disgust and indignance
threatens a retreat
so the squeakiest wheel triumphs
through attrition

Your mission,
should you choose to accept it,
is this:

Call out the heartless, the bleak,
the self self self serving,
the thoughtless, the blinkered
the unthinkers

Every breath, every day
our grit and mettle can save us
and an idea worth saving
dailythoughts May 2020
. . . . . . .  . i bite my lower lip
. . . . .ready to tease the tease
                                                 the taste of your swollen lips
                                                 lingering on the tip of my tongue
                                                 ***** eyes glimmering in the dark  
                          come to me  
                          come home
                                                we’ll celebrate. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
                                                let's toast . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
nif Apr 2020
good
the morning always bring
me and you
and little ones soon
open the window
by the bedside
breeze blows just right
into your eyes
I crawl  
knowing I would
feel
see
the morning will always bring
good
I love mornings with you
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