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Andrew Apr 2021
We sat there

a divide between us

I didn’t know what to say
how to say it
or when to say it

so instead

I said nothing
Zafirah Apr 2021
They asked, "why are you as silent as a stone?"
She replied, "why should I be voluble as the Mynah? My heart and tongue are deprived of goodness just like a desert, deprived of a sea.
Another voice said, "Ergo, redundant talk comes with unbearable guilt."
They asked again, " if so, why do you not speak the despairs you hide?"
She replied, " Because, the gift of patience usually reigns.
The Gift of Patience is indeed a very beautiful gift...
Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, let them talk---not even hearing;->


as if they talk

like to a fault they swirl to get a may

as if they walk the walk

like its not in me for this day
                            

                                                                              ------ravenfeels
Tetra Hachiko Apr 2021
All the words I want to say
Balled up, I throw away
Because at the end of the day
It doesn't matter anyway
What will it change if I were to say
The things in my chest, boiling away
Coiled up, as if it were to say
I am going to explode any day
Luna Craft Mar 2021
"I am happy because it is all I can be,"

The just becauses' twisting around your tongue as another statistic sticks in your teeth,

"I'm not alone."

Are words coated in the sweetness of pretense, the inevitably suicidal thoughts of a generation give you solace,

"I'm feeling good today"

Words you use to describe the fact you can't play your favorite video game any more, without the guilt of not know if you'll ever go back.

"I'm tired"

And for once the honesty comes out like a sewage leak; there is a harmony of agreeability in your statement, the words both acknowledged and ignored.

"Goodnight"

To toss and toil you lay your bones and finally close your eyes, thoughts wildly awake but silence envelopes you.
M Solav Mar 2021
I just had a talk with death’s closest cousin;
He didn’t speak, but he was kind.
Written on January 8th, 2021.


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Stalwart Dull Mar 2021
I talk to the moon when
I find myself alone
Start writing with my pen
And throw myself a stone

I talk to the moon when
I start thinking of you
As I count one to ten
What am I supposed to do?

I talk to the moon when
I feel I'm losing my mind
Fight for it when I still can
Cause I don't want a rewind

I talk to the moon when
I felt true happiness
Feels like in a coffin
Releasing loneliness

Now I talk to the moon when
I have a story to tell.
hello,
how can i help you?
...
sure i can do that,
do you have an account with us?
...
i'm not sure Sir,
did she leave a hint?
...
well, i would but
i'm not your wife.
...
it means i have no way of knowing
what her favorite book is,
can we try another form of info?
...
that's not listed here either Sir,
aren't you a grown adult
or do you get a kick out of
lewd prank calls?
...
you won't have to,
i don't need this stress.
for B.J.P.
--
the ones that teach you,
who lift you up over
their heads
in good faith,
these are their stories.
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