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renae 21h
There is always a time,
Where my heart begins to clear,
My weary lungs,
Cry in relief.

My head still may ache,
For it has been dragged so raw,
My lips may finally rise,
For my cheeks to peacefully rest upon.

At last my soul may relax,
Panic slowly drifting,
Off my shaky silhouette.
Erian Oct 11
I love you
8 letters
3 simple words
1 that could turn a wrong
Into right
Nicole Oct 6
Maybe the reason I can't get over you
Is because I don't
necessarily want to.
The best part of you
A story
Without an end

And the time
Stand still

To listen
Genre: Observational
Theme: All that matters
Benjamin Sep 28
You're the poetry that became reality.


You make my sensories wild.
Couldn't think of a name, perhaps you can help me out. It's been a minute since I've written and I love them both separately yet together. Made them within 3 hours of each other!
Hot shower in the morning
pancakes and strawberries
hot chocolate and honey
Oh, I miss doing poetry.
Onomatopiyya Sep 22
Just because of that one
One simple question

Everything became upside down
You're leaving her again

Because she was being direct
b e mccomb Sep 18
saturdays smell like
bleach under my nails
sleep in my eyes
scratches on hands
gluey stuck fingers
glare off an empty parking lot
and other people’s
uncomplicated lives

give me enough time
and i can get rid of
any kind of stain
in your coffee cup
but i don’t take the time
to wash out my own

and i can’t get rid of
how i sometimes feel
like less than a person
a second class citizen
or some kind of
preprogrammed robot
just here to assist with
strangers personal quests

i’m not the
swashbuckling hero
out on an adventure
i’m the placid villager who
never moves from behind
the counter night or
day and only ever repeats
the same half dozen lines
wears the same outfit every
time you see them

i don’t want
to be the hero
all i want is
to live comfortably
in this town
and let my life

all i want is
to get the dirt out
from my fingernails
and get enough sleep

to love
and be loved
to drink coffee
in the morning
wine at night
and water all day

but i never
want to be the
chosen one
i just want to be
the one who points
you in the right direction
copyright 9/18/19 by b. e. mccomb
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