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sadnspicy0 Jul 15
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Born in a cyber age
of this global disruption,
"What's your hobby?", - you'll ask.
I'll reply: "Self-destruction."
It's been a while, lol
dexter Aug 2020
Eyes wider than Ohio
Staring directly into the truth I've spent years in denial about.
Psychedelic doubt
Ugly within, uglier without.
Questioning myself and every decision I've ever made
Ego dissolution, consequential confusion
Every move has a karmic influence
So we spend our days in the sunlight of the spirit
Summertime eternal
Flowers will die but ever we are in bloom
Screaming "doom" & "i love you"
From the womb to the tomb.
a poem i wrote after tripping face with my not-blood sister. i love you jandalyn tai
Norman Crane Aug 2020
I am white clouds
Immobile
Blue sky drifting
Apart from me cicadas buzz loudly
Bare back on hot cedar planks
Mindfulness in bloom
Ideas like dandelion seeds
Arise before floating beyond the roof line
I am time—
The lawnmover engine turns,
reality returns.
José Vaca Aug 2020
We use to talk every night.
We’d lay there, looking up at the glowing stars taped onto the ceiling, watching them slowly fade into the dark.
Eventually all the light would exit the room, and the only thing we could see were the vivid images we painted with our young rambunctious minds.
Muffled laughter did not wake the giants.
Wispy alphabet soup poured endlessly into the dark abyss.
sadnspicy0 Jul 2020
People are like cherries
Not because they are sweet,
But because they're full of red liquid
and some are rotten inside.
Mia Donaj Jul 2020
you're my cherry cola
put me in a coma
too **** hot
arizona
inspired by the song by jon kuwada.
Mia Donaj Jul 2020
hot summer nights
heat-induced plights
warm sticky air
living without a care
curled up
sanctuary palace
summertime malice
jovial depression
bittersweet obsession
sadnspicy0 Jul 2020
You ain't my blood,
but I have you in my veins.
You're not my cup,
but I drank the tea, anyway.
sadnspicy0 Jul 2020
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
If flowers were people
They'd hate themselves too...
Fae Jun 2020
Summertime texting.
Do you feel restless?
You realize you're alive...?
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