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Casey Mar 2020
If I don’t cut the threads on my legs,
will gravity finally pull me down?

Am I doomed here to drown?
Save yourselves.
Empress Asa Mar 2020
Day by day the rules has changed..
When the words false it's mean nothing..
The mission always same..
But the ways are different..

This is not mission impossible..
This is mission unpredictable..

How could the mission changes the rules..
Everyone didn't understand..
The way we look are different..
We have our eyes to be understood..
We have glasses to fill it full..
We have our opinion..

The mission didn't change..
But our mind are changes..

Let happens will be happened..
With all the happiness in the past..
With all the sorrow in the present..
With all the kindness in the future..

We are didn't change..
Our minds take the control..
The way we look..
The way we see..
The way we think..
The way we feel..

Hope everything gonna be alright in the end..
Tiana Mar 2020
Can you imagine looking
down on earth from outer space?

And the feeling you'll get?
  Thrilling
Yet somehow terrifying,
Homesick
Yet so beautiful from far;

You yearn to go back
but at the same time
you want to stay back
And enjoy the ethereal sights,

Because deep down you know
that someday
you'll be back home;
Just some random thoughts
Clay Face Mar 2020
Turtle in your shell,
reading a book or writing a tell.
Experience scared across your back.
But...
‘Tis it a waste to wash in what’s fell?!

Stagnancy is hell.
Exploration, brings novelty.
Are chains made of poetry?

Be elegies you write, or dancing in meadows.
Your pen takes time,
and mortality slowly ticks to reality.
Is this how you want to spend, the last breath from your bellows?

Is it really worth its hold?
The relationship with time is abusive and finite.
Or tis it better to go out and be bold?
Make sure you don’t waste your limelight.

However, reflection is illuminating.
And one might find a place on stage with a mirror.
A gaze into which could change your fear.
To each his own, possibilities are enumerating.
Euphrosyne Mar 2020
A life that would suffice us in pink
Just think of the happy hours and don't blink
You might end up in your dream in just a brink
Don't hesitate you might lose your chance so do not think

We live in a lie
So everytime it feels right
Do it, say it, tell the truth despite of your
Tongue ties

Are you now disappointed?
Because you didn't tell the truth and you're now blue painted
And the situation now is so complicated
Now you regret the things you did and you were bombed by the truth you're so devastated.

You and her was more than an imagination
It was more than an romantic action
You felt right so you tell her you have an attraction
But its barmecide you often get happy
Because we live in a lie you are now in a big destruction
We think of barmecide and then truth hits us we usually think and disappoint ourselves about the truth.
mjad Feb 2020
Ink
I want to show my friends what I write here
But I am filled with fear
at what they would say
or think
about me writing online and not with ink
but here for everyone to see
and I know the things they would read
would change how they look at me
because they don't know everything
and they really don't know me
you all know me better
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