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Jo Barber Nov 2019
There are quiet moments
in the cracks of my life -
driving to work, waiting in line,
floating on skates around a frozen lake,
daydreaming about nothing in particular.

To live in these moments forever,
with my body and mind
so at ease that nothing
much bothers them.
So quiet I’d remain forever,
listlessly dawdling my time away.
Faizel Farzee Nov 2019
It's that time again
Time for you look at this hated world
Ask it to get in the ring

This is a caged dogfight
We are tearing to win

The bell rings

Out the corner we come
Rough and ready
We feel like steel, just hot and sweaty
Eyes like daggers
Punches equivalent to a sharpened machete

Life swing, you sway
It's a miss
You jump forward with speed of a cheetah
Connection made
It's an anvil fist

Lights out, life has given up the fight
You returning the favor
This is how it made you feel
During those miserable nights

Just remember
We all tough as nails
We march forward, no matter how hard it hails
we have fight
We will never go silently into the night

Our common goal
To defeat life at life.
We all have those upheaval days
Whether it's caught in your mind
Or in your heart, maybe yours we will find
Bare in mind
Life is grind, so let's not give up
Until the happiness we find.
Denny Oct 2019
She’s not just another beautiful disaster,
She’s the end of the world.
I need 5 more minutes of sleep
Harley Hucof Oct 2019
We are bound to the people and things we love before life.

Words Of Harfouchism.
Denny Oct 2019
I water my plants until they drown,
and this is the only way I know how to love.
I don’t want to see you cry.
em Oct 2019
bite your lip or i'll have to
-
numbed forever more
drown
in my blood
-
an exponential growth in my throat
i guess i never learned
how to escape quicksand
-
feeble again
does anything ever change
-
forever afraid
of dreaming alone
silence overwhelms
-
pulsations radiating throughout my being
the aching heat, unrelenting
answering the void's lonesome song
-
blurred droplets on once-dead wood
valued by connoiseurs from what i gather
-
too many walls around here
too many moats and battlements
guess mine were all for show
-
eyes closed
forever
-
always the same words
when will you stop
why must you always
and the images too
why won't you stop
underexplored ideas and lethargic days
Luna Pan Oct 2019
him
His voice was made of lullabies
His eyes were made of stars
His smile was made of sun
And along these things i couldnt help myself
Except falling in love with him
something that i wrote 2 years ago
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