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My Dear Poet Mar 14
I am


like I was


as for

…who knows
the sorrow

but hey
Shofi Ahmed Jan 17
Came yesterday
ask me not
from where.

Tomorrow be gone
no, don't know where!
Shofi Ahmed Jan 17
The moon hums in a new style
Ah, pretty little beauty spot, opens a slice of sky
On the door of tomorrow in the serene shadow of night
Keeping the ears down, alleyways of stars lie down.
The sea too rolls out high waves of rhymes
Only then will the veiled mystic night  
Opens once a kohl-dark, enigmatic eye
On the door of tomorrow deep down the night.
Wise one mentioned me a door. The least I could do picked up my pen.
Phia Sep 2023
It is 6 AM
And the light of the morning
spilling through the cracks of the blinds
is a bittersweet reminder
that yet another day has passed
and I am still here.
I can't help but think
with each rising sun,
that maybe,
just maybe,
I will be okay.
This was the first thought that I had when I woke up this morning so it's a little rough
Coleen Mzarriz Sep 2023
I’ve been told by a friend to wait here.
As long as I stay here, you’ll be back past five o'clock.
I’ve waited—you came and opened the door.
It’s true; now I will dedicate my nine lives to you.
"She drinks her tea by midnight and lulls herself to sleep. You should waggle your tail and lie beside her. Every day except for Saturday." My friend laughed rigorously when she finished that statement.
"Why can’t I play with her every Saturday? I asked her, trying to grasp her evading eyes.
"Just because," she shrugged and tried to climb the tree.
"Wait!" I hissed, but she’s nowhere to be found now.
I did everything she told me to do. Eat my food past lunch, play with my worn-out toy, and wait for her to be home.
At the exact moment the cruel sun rose and the light hit my body, I waggled my tail and lied beside her. Unfortunately, I forgot it was Saturday today.
I called her name, distinctively meowing in a weird manner. I cackled slightly; she wouldn’t understand. Biting slowly with her calloused hands and licking the side of her face, she still won’t wake up.
And I meowed until there was no sound left of me. My dear Celia, wake up, for you have to give me food now.
You still need to bathe me and play with me at the park. We’ll still wait for the night to come and watch TV.
Oh, Celia, I’d still spend my nine lives with you. Where have you been since I slept last night?
I’d still wait for you here at the table, near the window. Where the trees dance the delicacy of their sickening leaves. Oh, how we both hated the crispness of those brown leaves.
Oh, how you knew how much I hate autumn and how much I undoubtedly love the breeze of winter. The screeching of the winds and the snow falling onto the ground, where we both scrutinize its unique aspect. We were the same.
How you were covered in snowdrops, and you’d throw me inside the snowpack. I’ll hiss, and you’ll laugh.
"I told you not to play with her every Saturday," my friend whispered, almost with a faint cry. There was a hint of longing in her voice.
"You haven’t told me the answer, Ong."
"She grieves in her dreams, my friend. He visits every Saturday, spends a day with her, and goes home at exactly midnight. She’ll wake up tomorrow, bud," she answered in agony.
Who's he? " I turned to her, but she vanished once again.
Celia, I will love you for the rest of my nine lives. I’ll wait for you tomorrow. It’s okay to grieve for now.
I’d still wait for you here at the table, even though it’s autumn. We both got to accept that winter is already over.
It’s my first life with you in autumn.
I haven't written for a month, and this is what came to me today: I have been struggling to find myself lately, but I found myself falling in love with cats. And how badly I want to take care of them. Unfortunately, my mom doesn’t want to own a cat. It’s fine. I’m still in my 20s. I’m young; soon enough, I’ll be able to take care of a cat.
And I’ll love them for the rest of their nine lives.
In another universe, I have a cat named Yang.
Also, I’d like to thank this song for giving me an idea.
Song on the Beach: Arcade Fire and Owen Pallett

Thank you for reading! :)
A time cuando todo el surfimiento ceases to exist,
Donde dolor es just a dream,
Y el amor is truly free and truly felt,
When we are hecho completo en Christo.
Cuando tenemos time to finally stop and actually ask each other,
Cómo estás haciendo?
When we have el tiempo a cocinar,
And to finally have a meal together.
Hasta Mañana.
Cecil Miller Aug 2023
I'm gonna try,
And I'm gonna fail.
Then I'm gonna try, try, try,
And I'll try again.

I'm gonna lose,
Time and again.
But, I'm gonna keep playing, baby,
Because someday I'll win.

The longer it takes,
The sweeter it will taste.
The prize is the flavor,
And it's love that I'll savor.

So, if you brush me aside,
Just know I'll be waiting,
My patience, enduring
And love, unabating.

My faith, my desire,
Knows no limitations.
You'll know me one day,
Meanwhile, no lamentations.

As rises the sun,
With certain precision,
And shine do the stars,
Through the vast expansion,

I'll be just like clockwork,
I won't let you down.
When you need someone be to be there,
Know I'll be around.

I sorta needed you, baby.
I kinda wanted you, dear.
I hoped you would call on me,
When you wanted someone near.
I guess it wasn't my time,
And maybe he's who you want.
It's sad that you gave in
To his virtueless vaunt.
These grapes are not sour.
They are sweet on the vine.
My love in undaunted.
Still, here I wait.
I wish that he could make you happy.
He doesn't have what it takes.
The moment you know that,
Then know I await.
From under the viaducts,
And the shadows beyond the stage,
Behind heavy curtains,
Let my love asage.

You know we should crash like the cymbal.
You know we should anger the Sea.
You know that the sky should rumble
In praise of our unity.

I'll keep thinking that I'm next to you,
Cause sometimes thinking is all a man can do.
I'll long for your embrace,
If you would only give me grace,
I would give my world to you.
Per my usual, as of late, these are song lyrics. As I was writing them just now, I felt inspired by The Phantom of the Opera.
Nigdaw Apr 2023
I take the tray from her lap
evening over
blinds drawn to darkening skies
we have weathered
the fury of another day
she sleeps, and I will have to
wake her to go to bed
those rosy coloured dreams
when our bodies and minds
were young and naïve
have caved in to reality
travellers on an epic journey
we have survived so far
who knows what lies around
the next corner
for now I'm happy to do
the washing up
tomorrow can wait in the wings
Kris Fireheart Apr 2023
Guaranteed to no one,

Tomorrow is just

Another day...

Sadness, joy,

Or no fun,


A day away...

Guaranteed to

No one,

Tomorrow is

just a date,

Fate cares for nothing,

Unless you find something,

Tomorrow is only

A day...

Need money to borrow?

Just ask for it tomorrow.

Need something

For your sorrow?

Just call me up tomorrow...

Tomorrow ain't nothing,

You could make it something,

But still you're left wanting,

For tomorrow again...
Tomorrow isn't guaranteed to anyone. From an overdose when your eyes close, a sudden heart attack; a crash on the highway, all we do is sleep soundly, and hope it goes "my way." Yeah; that's our Tomorrow, either Joy or for sorrow. We close our eyes and lay to sleep, and hope they'll open tomorrow...
Zywa Feb 2023
You're getting older,

tomorrow is not at all --

the day that would come.
"Farväl" ("Farewell", 2020, Jens Christian Grøndahl)

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