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Leocardo Reis Jul 2021
My thoughts
whirl about
like a sudden

You are
to me,
as the restless wind
is to the
petals of a flower;

out of reach,
Jason Apr 2021
A garden trowel in a patch of irradiated weeds

An odometer in an endless maze of MickeyD's

An encyclopedia in a pawn shop full of tweakers

A love song on a boombox with broken speakers

May I present several examples of useless things with nothing to do

Now if you think those're bad, you should see what I'm like...

© 04/09/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
George Krokos Mar 2021
A life lived without any meditation
is subjected to much fragmentation.
© 2021 George Krokos
From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Zack Ripley Feb 2021
Hope is a horrible thing to be without.
Without it, you would surely drown in doubt.
A lot of people say they feel hopeless.
Here's the thing: the definition of hope
Is desire for or expectation
For something to happen.
Based on that definition, it's impossible to be without hope.
So, if hope never died, never left,
Where did it go?
What if your fear
that nothing would change
or get better overpowered your hope
That things would change
Or get better?
How do you get it back?
You tell fear you're not afraid anymore.
Then you show it the door.
Zack Ripley Jan 2021
Can you live without hope?
Can you live without friends?
Can you live without love?
Can you live alone
until the bitter end?
And if you can,
can you say you were happy?
That your life felt whole?
When it's all said and done,
Do you really believe
You were better off alone?
I'm not judging.
I'm just trying to understand.
How can you be truly happy
Without wanting to embrace someone
Or at least hold their hand?
jǫrð Dec 2020
i saw that shift in your gaze
when you remembered
the last time
you became something
Wild, Hungry

whats in my mind, asked
with that eager
and far away look
in muddy water eyes
I sympathize, compromise

it's happened again
while the city lights
rippled the water
with their speed
you put your hands on me

and I doth not protest
when you say
i was the one that got away
so why am I back
so why am I afraid

to turn away or
say this ain't ok with me
why must I empathize
without boundaries
or fear an abrupt ending

to this uncomfortable moment
The History: You put me second. You put me last, asked me if you could grab my *** and all I did was question my worth.
Darina Forgacova Nov 2020
I miss you
You know who I miss
You, who wanted touch my hair.
You, who wanted take care  of me
when bad situation come.
You, who wanted be there
in each circumstances.
Where are you my friend?
Can I call you still my friend?
I miss you…in my sadness.

Why you left me?
Probably never get this answer.
Can I call you still my friend?
I miss you…in my loneliness.
Mariyam Ridha Nov 2020
My heart is broken
Without you.

Soul is void,
With you.

And I reconcile,
Heal and arise,
Within you.
Such strange kinda love
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