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Maria Mitea Oct 20
on a wild coast of melancholy

and poetic catabolism

wondering in your own shell

when the muse is journeying

to forbidden places

and the secrets hid deep in the clouds

keeping eyelashes like sneaky foxes

out of what has been lost

and out of what has been found

hot sun is freezing your poetry

in lost beams oysters marvel

at their own shines

until pearls are to be found

you keep on wondering
she wished
she could be done
and wondering
if she chose correctly
or if she
was going the wrong way
she just wished
she could find
her path
her right way
Sacha Oct 15
Sometimes I want what others have
Sometimes I dont
Sometimes I go the extra mile
Sometimes I wont

Sometimes I want what others had
Sometimes I dont
Sometimes I look at all thats good
Sometimes I wont

Sometimes I see life for what it is
So short and pointles
Sometimes I see life for what it is
So long and painful

Sometimes I know it's just a mood
Sometimes I wish that i just could
Sometimes I need to know what to want
Sometimes all of it is not enough
ardnaxela Oct 12
You are never
clear with me
What it is you want.
I always have to guess.
Is this just a game to you?
Is my heart a play thing;
somewhere for you to make a mess?
maybe it's a dream
It's all made up
And I should wake up.

I want to
Give you
Of me.
But I gotta know
You want me
Gotta know you
Need me
Know that
You can complete me.

Because I'm ready to become
Whole again
I'm tired of



I'm tired of





Bits of my soul,
S h a t t e r e d by senselessness.

blacked in sin.

I need my peace back.
I don't like to ask
I hate to guess
I'm wondering -
Can you be that?
And if not, just say so.
Bluebird Oct 10
what if i wrote poetry with an old dip pen
and lived my life

what if i kissed that cute girl
and asked my friend out

would it have consequences?
would i mind?
would i regret it?

would she say yes??
old one. what if.
she was afraid
when they looked
at her
what did they see
always wondering
what they were thinking
how do they feel
analyzing every
little thing she said
she just cared
so much
she just wanted to be
Claudius Sep 17
You were always a 12-hour shift
Just two punches of my lips
Once in at 10PM
And once out at 10AM
An easy rhythm of making sure you were satisfied
I quit, but I forgot to clock out
And this ******* feeling never seems to fade even after I worked my last shift.
Just like working a 9-5 for so long- some things never fade no matter how long it has been since you last clocked in.
He gave her
A modicum of his❤️
She demanded more
Modicums followed
She now had the whole
Greater than the sum of its parts
She is quite smart
She used it
Abused it
Finally broke it
It's lying shattered and scattered
Down town
On lookers
What happened?
You may give a bit of your heart to anyone. When you constantly keep giving your heart in bits to someone, you are falling in love. Finally, you give whole of your heart. You are in love! This experience is greater than the sum of your experiences in bits. You know Aristotle spoke the truth when he said: " The whole is greater than the sum of its parts."
Jewel Sep 12
each day has passed by
while lives have been passed on 
fights have been fought for 
most unaware of war

it’s been a lonely trip
for most not for all
children, friends, and family
separated; what’s more
than a phone call? 

the world is lost 
where does it go from here?
do we act like nothing has happened
do we continue somehow 
do we fake live in fear? 

I refuse to put a halt to 
this experience now
let us work together to heal
and save humanity
but how?
Gorba Sep 9
I fell in a well full of emptiness
And crashed on a ground made of darkness
My body bears open wounds bleeding unanswered questions
While my mind flies over clouds of elusive notions

I’m lying down wondering about my future
Which is looking at me in disguise at the next corner
Arguing passionately with my past, wrinkled by memories, tired and naked
Trying to decide what the next step will be  
Leaving me, present, out of the conversation, obsolete, already almost dated
And showing me no sign of the slightest pity, no comfort to my misery

I’m looking for a saving remedy, for a narrow escape
But it seems like there is none, I see no gate
I will try to “be the change I wish to see in the world” instead
Hoping that I am not being in over my head

A tasteless soup of words is feeding my thoughts
That my brain tries to season with a pinch of sense
I’m trying to articulate what I mean, what my reflection brought
But everything is mashed up now, it feels too dense
I might need to heat the entire batched up
And start again, as many times as needed, I will never give up.
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