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Riz Mack Mar 2019
I can see
in the way
that you move

alluring
seductive
and so pure

that for me
you will be
big trouble


I can feel
when you move
in that way

the demon
take over
gracefully

he sways me
enchanted
towards you


For the way
that you move
so freely

I can't help
but to stare
you seen it

and I knew
how you moved
was for me
I did do
a tricube
of tricubes

3x3x3 = 27
2+7 = 9
3+3+3 = 9
9/9 = 1
coincidence?
(no, it's maths)
Lake Mar 2019
i don't like you
and you don't like me
it's never eye to eye
what you and i see
i can't talk nice
i never think twice
go on and on
bout how i'm wrong
if that's how you feel like
i think i did all i could
but it's clear you never would
admit that you hate it
why do you tolerate it
just don't act so cold
both you and i know
that it's inevitable
and downright impossible

you can't please everyone
maybe you don't need anyone
when you can't tell who to trust
if it'll all end up a bust
there's a limit to everything
right now i can't feel a thing
i can't tell you how to live
so i won't mind if you leave

i don't need you
and you don't need me
we can go our own ways
but you would never say
that to my face
i wonder what it would take
to give myself a break
can't tell if i'm satisfied
when i'm looking through someone's eyes
overthinking every decision
always believing i'm the reason
everything goes wrong
i should just move on
i should try to focus
on what's really important
if i can get pass the worst bit
i'll feel like i'm worth it

you can't please everyone
but even if it's only one
then maybe that's enough
i don't need too much
always needed one thing
something to believe in
now it's easier to breathe
i'm just gone like the leaves

i'm not gonna lie
used to think i'd die
always knew how it'd end
pushed away every friend
now i'm making ones that count
ones i wouldn't live without
made it with their help
and one of them's myself

you can't please everyone
but even if it's only one
then maybe that's enough
i don't need too much
always needed one thing
something to believe in
now it's easier to breathe
i'm just gone like the leaves
a song but also not a song :))))))))))
ItxNotTrixh Mar 2019
thats wrong
i just hate the class
its becuase she’s in it
and i can never focus
on the equations and logarithms
becuase
of the way she bites her lip
when trying to solve a problem
how she unconciously fiddles with her carcoal hair
    as she listens to her music
but most of all
becuase she smiles at the face behind me
     who happens to be her boyfriend

if i position myself correctly
its almost like she’s smiling at me.
Yazad Tafti Mar 2019
maybe we can share,
this troublesome feature known as a dare
i dare us to pull out all our hair
give it to cancer victims who's medical side effects scared

the petrified and kept them shook
right now i feel as still as an inukshuk
hard rock and chiseled features
for sure that cheerleader would admire me from the bleachers

so bleach my hair and then let nature pigment my skin
for brighter shades may cause me to shed this exoskeleton of a tin
rhymes
Andrew Leparski Feb 2019
To understand
this solid door
You must come true
and eager for more

There is nothing to be bought
or sold
by bleeding red roses
You are not faulted
or framed
for what the moment imposes

Come to thee
With an open heart in mind
To stand and witness
The reality you've been longing to find

I promise nothing
For if you push the door it will not swing
But if you pull towards your heart
You might be surprised as to what I'll bring


My Everything
Daan Feb 2019
A mild case of impostor syndrome,
a severe symptom in the form of
confabulations without instigations,

are the base of our disease.
Who we are, is glued to our
actions, due to devour
what our soup tasted like before it all went sour.

This is nonsense, this is weak,
this is no writing of which people speak.
Is it even right in use to say the things, written.
Stop longing for the time of long before,

when we were all still rid
of conscious thought and feeling,

back when we were reeling in and out, casually,
of our devout inadequacy.
When do we deserve a title and when are we what we’re called?
Matthew Feb 2019
It's funny how how the wind with words so eloquently spoken
Speaks only of how you are malevolently broken...
This is a description.
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