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Emily Grace Ott Dec 2020
But listen to my questions
          if you have their response.
I form these words
          for you.
Emily Grace Ott Dec 2020
He whisked
                  me
                  up
           to the sinking sun,
and we cheerily
                called in
                the
                night.
Emily Grace Ott Dec 2020
Tea
in the comfort of a lovely
                                    morning.
A perfect breath.
Lowkie Dec 2020
My intuition is telling me there'll be better days
I sit in silence and meditate
While smoking on some purple haze
Writing poems hoping people will be amazed
My head is like maze
Lost in my own thoughts
If I let you in, you'd be dazed
Untitled Sun
No title, no rope
Just a lie full of hope!
No phantoms, no touches
Only faint little torches.

Eternal existence
We'd like to achieve
But Sun 's going down
Dark blue with our dream.

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Josh Moody Nov 2020
(Untitled)
How many times they say I’m the one they love
When really I’m not enough. But that’s okay
cause I’m not giving in. (giving up)
Is all this just a ****** up game?
But in the end it’s gonna be you living in this pit of shame.
Andrea Nov 2020
Insecurities bottled up and buried within
Rises like bile on a sick Saturday evening.
Realization creeps  fast and thoughts
embeds itself into your brain.
A helpless cry for help

Untitled is what you are
No name, no face just a feeling
Just a dot in my head
Yet you get bigger and darker by the day
getting bigger until I'm untitled as well.
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