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egg hot pot Nov 27
today I saw her
beautiful as ever
my eyes followed her every move , every turn , every lump
how beautiful she looks with huge glasses
and an even bigger smile
she wore a pink bow on her hair today

She didn't even look at me,
I don't want us to be lovers
but a simple hi or hello
would make my day
but there she goes
as far away from me as possible

oh how i love you
the way you would never love me back
so beautiful yet so empty .
just look at me once please we used to be friends just give me a chance we could just be friends . i know i hurt you. i am sorry please forgive me. PLEASE i beg of you.
jojo Nov 22
Time flies so fast you won't even think
You could go from 5 to 16 in a blink.

Wasted all my childhood years being big and brave,
Didn't realize how much it would cure the pain.

Spent all of my teenage years worrying and remembering,
Ended up regretting the choice I had made.

Give me one more day, to go back and be brave
I promise I won't waste that day being miserable and hide
in my cave.
jojo Nov 20
I always wait for you to see,
The way I feel so secretly.
We laugh and joke, we're friends, its true,
But I wish you felt the same way too.

You high me close, just like a friend,
But I dream that this won't end.
I wish you knew what's in my heart,
But we're stuck in this, we're world's apart.

So stop waiting for a sign from you,
Maybe it's time to let this go through.
Cause love can't stay if it's just me,
It's time to stop waiting and set it free.
N W Oct 28
A multitude of firsts.
Some he takes,
others I give freely.
aAr Oct 10
My insides burning,
my hands trembling,
my vision blurred
and my blues vanished.
All it took
was a thought of you.
aAr Oct 10
17
How many more days to pass?
Days that has been infected
by the guilt ridden
heart of mine.

How many more fortnights to pass?
How many more teardrops to fall
and wrong words to strike
until the day i thrive?

How many more disappointed sighs
and displeased faces
until the blurry future
reveals itself?

How much time did i loose
drooping away,
dreading the consequences
of my failed deeds?

Vague lies that i told myself
to ease my conscience
coming back to me
to torment my dreams.

I pity the girl that ones
avidly awaited
a blissful time ahead
without actually earning it.

Muffled screams of my past
echoing from deep down
yearning to break free
from my rotten core.

A life all to myself
and people that care
still the person i turned out to be
is not the person i wanted to be.

All the aimless days
pushed forward
all for that one moment
that will reveal what i want.

But what if that day never comes?
BAS Oct 3
Everyone act the same
Its the same ******* allover again
Nobody tries to change
They all alike, yet different

I'm not perfect nor cool
But I don't play like that
I promised myself,
I'll never fall
into the very same rabbit hole

All of them want to be something
How can someone like them be special,
when they are all the same ******* losers?

However, who am I?
Am I better?
I need to make a change
Do the words speak louder or acts?
I need to break the comforting silence, how though?

All of them lie to themselves,
so they don't feel shame
Me included......
Also Poetry isnt my strongest, but is better than actual talking
(I wrote this while in Religious studies, *****)
Also english isnt my first language, so maybe some parts would sound weird, but i dont have much respect for english anyway
Angela Sep 12
ED
In the mirror's reflection, a distorted self,
A quiet struggle unfolds, invisible to others.
Every meal becomes a battleground,
Where thoughts race too fast,
feeding fears and doubts.
The mind spins in a relentless cycle,
Chasing illusions of control and worth.
Yet within this turmoil, a fragile hope emerges,
A gentle promise that healing is possible,
And a brighter path awaits beyond the shadows.
Don't know what's going on,
you only know that your brain is on fire,
you can't think right because you're thinking a thousand miles an hour.
Anais Vionet Sep 5
“How does it feel, studying for your first exam of the semester?” My sister Annick dug at me, via Facetime.
“Oh, I’m miserable and no one even knows!” I exclaimed excitedly.

I already miss summer’s sense of infinite time and space, and life on the lake, with its big, wet, melancholy summer rains. But most of all, I miss the travel and delicious, swirling, excesses that form the dark side of long holiday freedoms.

I’ve been called excessive, I accept that and I have to check that aspect of my nature, from time to time.
“Don’t you have any brakes?” My roommate Leong once asked me, like I was some runaway train.

I remember last summer, how we almost eased into fall. As summer had faded, things changed and slowed down, as the European students turned back to their serious, ordinary lives. The bars and streets became deserted, carousels stopped spinning, arcade games were turned off, yachts sailed away, the eager summer wait-staff vanished from the elegant hotels. Brightly lit, summer-gaudy Saint Tropez became just another faded seaside town, where the paint everywhere suddenly seemed chipped and cheap.

This year, we sped up, by spending the last couple of weeks in flashy, frantic, fluorescent Manhattan - oh, man.

Then BOOM, we were dropped, as if from a great height, back into university life, back to cafeteria lines, shuttle buses and the scholastic gridiron - which oddly enough, has a lot in common with the teenage world. It was going from a-hundred-mile-an-hour adult freedom, to dealing with all the old teenage issues, like homework, tests, studying, the endless clock-watch scheduling of to and from classes - you know, the physicality of academics.

It sounds rough, I know. We’ve been told that as seniors, we can expect an even more important and frenetic emphasis on social life. Yep, we’ll be stepping things up to a whole new level this year!
Woot!! Maybe I’ll even get to wear some makeup!
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A song for this:
September by Earth Wind & Fire
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 09.05.24:
Gridiron = A football field or other challenging arena.
Maitreyi Sep 5
When I was younger, it all seemed like play,
I bit my own tongue without knowing the way.
Tarnished my name, got caught in the mess,
Too busy chasing honey to notice the stress.

Chasing the sweet, I missed the bitter bite,
Blind to the venom hiding in plain sight.
In cold moments, I feel the regret,
The honey I chased, the venom I let.
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