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Ileana Amara Aug 18
you're like my worst addiction
i keep on coming back to —
drugged with hope,
silenced with the harsh truth,
"we can never be."
08.18.21.| they say we're writers, we don't cry. instead, we bleed on paper.
someone got me writing again — to set aside what i feel, he's the best hooman as an inspiration i could keep.
Heaps of praise showered  
On the firmament
On planets and stars
Hearts overwhelm by beauty of nature
Poetry in abundance
Worms face stark discrimination
No one writes about them
No one sympathizes with them
For they're lowly creatures
Inhabitants of sludge and sullage
Stinking gutters, places suit them
Mankind loathes them
For they live in toxic environment
Toxic not for them
But for humans
Humans think
Worms are pitiable creatures
Live in helly conditions
Worst kind of creation
Undergoing punishment
Curse anyone?
Say with bitterness
Be a worm of a ***** gutter
As if it would
Be a worst kind of punishment
Foolish they're
Worms live in
Most favorable conditions for them
Making hell for humans
Sense of sight
Sense of hearing
Missing for them
They live happily in their environment
Humans blessed with
Sense of sight
Sense hearing
Turn blind and deaf
To human misery
Worms living in human form
Teeming millions
Slum dwellers on this earth
Befriending worms
In stinking gutters
In reality
Lowliest creatures
Flush out stinking gutters
Let's bring them to better conditions
Make humans
Of worms in human form!
I cannot express how wonderful it feels
For the first time in so long
I sit down to write a poem
In which your name does not belong

Somebody else
Drifts in and out of my thoughts each day
I didn't know it was possible
Although your face is still here to stay

I don't even remember what it is like
To daydream of someone other than you
You've occupied my brain so many years
It feels strange to make room for him too

I wish he could replace you
Instead of only serve as a distraction
Though to him I am drawn
For you doesn't waver my attraction

It seems no feelings will ever be strong enough
To stomp out the ones you left in my heart
But that I have them for anyone else in the first place
In and of itself is a pretty good start

Before I couldn't even look at another
Without my stomach turning sick
Now I am hanging out with someone new
Used my Polaroid camera to take a pic

You may have moved on faster
But I am slowly losing the fear
That I will never fall in love again
Though it'll never be like when you were here

I have accepted I will never be as happy again
As I was when I was with you
But I don't need to duplicate those emotions
Not-quite-as-happy will certainly do

I admit that the first time he kissed me
"He's not as good as you"
Repeated in my head
But now I realize that you are not better
I was just craving familiar instead

After spending so much of our lives together
I don't know how to be with anyone else
But I know comparing everything
To the past can't possibly help

I understand you could never be replaced
Unconditional love for you I hold in my soul
I am not searching for my new soulmate
Finding someone who makes me smile is my goal

There may never come a day
Where he has as much of me as you
But I don't need him to travel to my depths
Only to give me an equal piece too

You never let your walls down for me
Though I bared my most vulnerable parts inside
I don't care if he tells me all his secrets
As long as he shows some sections he hides

And is willing to chisel away the armor
Your mistakes have left around my skin
I don't expect him to understand me
But you wouldn't even begin

So many memories we've shared
Things we've done
Places we went
Now I have to start all over
But that time was still well spent

I don't think he will ever coax out
The level of ecstasy you did with your fingers
But his hands give me butterflies
And a chill that lingers

When you walked out the door you took my hope
Left me with an inability to feel
But it has returned along with the sense
Wounds you inflicted will someday heal

If I am patient in the future I'll awaken
With his name on my mind first
And find comfort knowing that even if he breaks my heart
You've already put me through the worst
This poem is pretty ironic but hey small steps
No more time,
for us to exchange greetings.
And no more time,
for us to exchange words.
Indonesia, 2nd March 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
SquidInk Feb 24
it's always the people that bring the most joy upon others
that are hurting the worst
Nought Mar 1
People tell me all the time,
That personal poetry is the best,
But I'm sorry to disagree.
Personal poetry should be the best,
But I'm afraid it's not with me.

Personal poetry is hardly as clean,
Emotions spilling off the page,
It's really rather messy.
Feelings too raw, too much, to express,
And not a single thought can be conveyed,
It just seems like a waste of energy...
So sorry if my poetry isn't the best...
- Nought
Nylee Jan 27
You have yet not seen me at my worst
Nor have you seen me trying my best
You just met me seconds ago
And already termed me as a nuisance.
Maria Etre Dec 2020
For all the 2020s
you're by far
the 20 of the twentiest
July Gray Dec 2020
this is me
screaming into
the void
a whisper
i am deserving and worthy of love

this is me
constructing pieces
of boundaries
i can't put up yet

this is me
speaking words
that are not lies

this is me
preparing for the worst

this is self-preservation
im tired of biting my tongue
i can't wait to leave this town
What After the rain falls down ?

When everyone leaves your town ?

What After all lights burned out?

When you can't stand loud

What After you dreams come true ?

When no one is in your crew .

What after ........

When no one's there to call

Waiting loan at hall .

What After you reach the edge ?

Now no one is in your maze .

Its end to your fame,

Now there's no one who knows your name

No one is with you

Cause you leave everyone who's true.

You spend your life in lies

For sake of your coat and ties

You can't return to the them

Nor to your memory's frame

So , what After..........?
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