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Reece Feb 27
Though today wasn’t the best,
Perhaps tomorrow will be better.
A commonplace belief.
Founded upon a simple ray of hope,
Sometimes, that’s all we need.
I’ll dream about a peaceful tomorrow,
One without the strife of today,
Tomorrow’s a new day,
At least, that’s what they say.
I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.
I’ll hope and pray,
That tomorrow’s better than today.
Sometimes, we just have to hope that tomorrow is better.
Reece Feb 27
A boy’s wandering heart,
Dreaming and envisioning the perfect partner.
Hoping and praying they aren’t already taken.
Hiding and lying his true self,
Deflecting and protecting till he meets her.
Questioning and wondering if she’s even out there.
Breaking and crumbling under pressure,
Crying and trying to keep moving forward.
Thinking and finding that he was mistaken,
Learning and knowing that people can be heartless.
Waiting and standing back at the start.
Searching and scouring for the one,
Hoping and praying she hasn’t found someone.
Perhaps I need to leave my small pond,
Then I’ll find the one.
Perhaps one day...
Reece Feb 26
Sometimes it’s best,
To hold one’s tongue,
And take what you can get,
The alternative,
Is often worse.
Listen to their screams,
Their complaints,
As they say,
You’re the villain,
The hypocrite,
The one in the wrong.
Ignore the voices,
In your head,
That wonder if they’re right.
Sometimes it’s just best,
To tolerate insolence,
Rather than risk,
Corruption.
This one is more addressed to those awkward situations where you want to give your two sense on something, but you don't. I've been in that position too many times.
Reece Feb 26
Sometimes,
I don’t feel anything,
Not something bad,
Just nothing at all.
Head feels clouded with fog,
The contagious, corruptive smog.
Slowly,
Killing,
Me,
From the inside out,
One day,
I’ll be free,
From this apathy.
I’ll learn to care again,
I’ll find myself again,
I will…
I think sometimes everyone feels a little numb, and it's such a strange feeling. At least it's always temporary.
Reece Feb 26
Always the cloud,
Blocking out my sun,
Filling me with darkened thoughts,
Never any fun.
Makes me question the point,
Wondering if the struggle is worth the ending.
Always suffering,
For what?
Eventually, the clouds will move on,
My sun will resurface,
I’ll hide my pain behind a smile,
And walk on,
For what am I to do?
This is number two of this little series, I'll try to come up with a more clever name eventually.
Reece Feb 26
This year, lunchtime seems to drag on,
When previously, before I knew it, it was gone.
What has changed?
It isn’t time.
It’s the sorrowful realization,
That friends can fade,
Just like the rain,
Before you know it,
Gone.
The silence,
Deafening,
The consequences,
Terminal,
I’ll never be the same.
I'm going to experiment with some shorter poems as an exercise in concise messaging. I hope they still make sense and have themes.
Blaire Blues Feb 26
Why, why
There was a time—
When Hearts used to fly.
When I rip those roots
That was to be mine.

I rip them all—
line by line.
Wondering where’d
you bury those ties?
neth jones Feb 26
The world makes flights   white flakes of code
snow  like knowledge   alights on the ground
to become a muddy fusion
01/01/25
Zack Ripley Feb 23
I don't know how to explain it,
But somehow, it seems like the world
Has gotten louder AND quieter
At the same time
Antonio Feb 21
darkness in my heart may stack above the sky, but for sure my rebellion will live on ,
nights of desperation and regret just to light up the same ol' cigarette in the saloon,
the past's hunting all day and night for a trophy to hang above the "wall" in his cocoon,
i want to be consumed by the fumes, letting my failures become the autoimmune fuel,
my will to prove myself as a sour soul turning to his hidden jewels so the devil gets a pistol to his skull,
internal battle made the angel brutal towards the sinful who are hitting the single faithful,
the table of the good and bad is surrounded by bombs ready to release in absurdity.
10 min draft. feel as u like, say what u like. don t become enslaved to something U DON T LIKE.
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