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Zywa Dec 2022
There are boys, hunting

me to a detour, I'm tired --

It is getting dark.
Collection "NightWatch"
Carlo C Gomez Jul 2022
people are friends
to the bone
no human can drown,
but they can turn
from a solid to a liquid,
whose name is written on water,
whose laying facedown
on the topsoil?

lovely thunder today,
good weather for an airstrike,
the road is a gray tape
over magnetic fields,
too fragile to walk on,
a sudden Manhattan of the mind:
all of the buildings
are time passing fragments
in spawned harbinger,
accidently reacting like
a stream with bright fish
below the waste.
Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2021
Protecting heart with armor of steel
Advances don't break through
Is safer not being able to feel
Than risk allowing to be hurt by you

Yes I enjoy time we spend
(At least I like it so far)
Part of me is genuinely scared when
It is because I don't know who you are

And even with best intentions
Odds are we will not last
I may have captured your attention
Things can change so fast

Growing smarter the older I get
Scars teaching lessons to keep
I view everyone as a potential threat
Refusing to wade deep
I don't want to get over my head again
JKirin Jul 2021
Can you hear the buzz in the air—
the electric charge? See a flare
lighten up the roadway to your death?
Are you ready to take your last breath?
No? What a dull, boring affair...
Get out of the way, far from here!
about a demon coming across an unworthy opponent
MawaLin Jun 2021
I keep hushing my mind.
It’s constantly threatening to spiral.
JKirin Apr 2021
Don’t come near!
I’m talking to you, you hear?
I’m no longer your purposeless teacher.
Here before you now stands a graceless dangerous treacher.
Have you come here to fight, my dearest pupils?
Here, now, I have no scruples—
Fools! Prepare!
about a teacher turning evil
JKirin Jan 2021
There is no escape...
A creature of evil—the dark!
You roam through the night well hidden—
Your strike –
a deathly finesse! Crushed, smitten,
he falls down – your victim, your mark.
There is no escape!
about deathly creatures of the night
Flatfielder Nov 2020
Between two
Ends in divorce
Or common grounds found
Explored and understood

Where a segment of a country
At odds with truth justice and decency
Undermines a struggling democracy
There is no greatness to be found
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