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Jordan Sep 2018
Having a hard time forgiving men I think.
Having a time forgiving men I think hard.
Ben Sep 2018
I just want to be cared for
and I have to admit it
I want a free spirit
I've denied it for so long
what lingered was my need
to be honest
and believe
that I can't just live "me"
But enjoy life with other beings
I just want to be...
Cared for. Thought of...
I just want to be...
Loved.
Nupur Chowdhury Sep 2018
I log into the network of my self-esteem,
To see the hearts and the wows and the laughs flooding in.
A simple 'like' wouldn’t cut it anymore
‘Likes’ were so 2010, even 2010 was bored.

‘Cause that’s the zeitgeist of the age, you see,
A tendency to wear hearts on sleeves.
Loves and kisses are a dime a dozen,
With a million friends and followers double.

National debates and social justice petitions,
Real crises, distorted renditions.
High definition photos of disaster zones
Flash up against cat videos on every smart phone.

Snapchat filters do not lie,
Just tell a story of hours gone by;
Selecting the perfect background, the ideal shade
To express love on the dozen’th date.

But that’s the zeitgeist of the century,
A tendency to wear hearts on sleeves.
To document in minute detail, with extensive pictorial evidence
Clockwork days of humdrum nonchalance.

And perhaps the generation that came before
Would call it vanity, vainglory, or something more.
But it ain’t like they were without their sins,
We didn’t invent tabloid columnists.

And now that we are at the end,
Let me sign off with this request:
Like, comment, and share your love
Let your heart fall out of your shirt cuff.
Mary Frances Sep 2018
I'm no writer.
I'm no poet.
Yet, every time I think
of you,
words flow
with all the rhymes
of love
the world knows.

I'm not sweet.
I'm not affectionate.
Yet, every time I meet
your eyes,
all I want is to be held
close to you
and spout sweet
nothings
like what lovers do.
Sandman Sep 2018
Every now and then
A thought
Interludes
Inside of us.
Lingering orchestral emotions stranded on the deaf note of darkness.
All this in the final exhale.
Noah Clark Sep 2018
My thoughts float.
Like a stray balloon
wind swept from a child’s hand.

Once tied to my
rope burned wrist.
But removed by life
ever so swift.

I hope for just
a bit more time.
That thought I had
now gone from my mind.

My thoughts float.
Like a stray balloon
wind swept from a child’s hand.
Cherish your thoughts
III Sep 2018
302
Lately,
I've had you on my mind
Like an old song
You've rediscovered the beauty in,
And you've been occupying
The rooms in my head
For once without a chance
Of vacancy.
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