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Outside my window abides a bench. An empty bench! Buried in dust and filth. Little did I know, the storms it endured, the moments of sentiments, the wretchedness of hearts, the weathers of love. Little did I know, the flaked paint adding prime to its charm. I wonder... Does it miss anyone? __ Zainab Siddiqui
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 6:18 PM UTC
THE EMPTY BENCH
I guess this is just the way it goes, Or perhaps, it's just the way the story's told. Flowers covered in fool's gold, Decaying as they grow old. Second half of junior year, It's hard to believe that it's here. There's no rewinding the clock, Even if I beg it, it won't stop. College classes are coming to mind, Soon I'll leave high school behind, Time to choose my senior classes, I feel a growing monotonous mountain of molasses. I spoke a few words to an old friend, I was just as awkward as I was back then, I want to try again, I know that I can't, Sometimes I wish I'd never known any of them. Prom's coming up, debating to go, Or if I should just stay at home. I don't need a reminder that I've failed socially, My anxiety will entrap me in captivity. But, looking back, will I regret it if I don't? I guess I'll never know, unless I don't go. I guess this is just the way it goes, Or perhaps, it's just the way the story's told. Flowers covered in fool's gold, Decaying as they grow old. My second poetry book is coming soon, For anyone interested in such a boon. "Cathartic Collection," About all my horrible decisions, And how they've hurt me and how I've healed, The scars still haunt me, but I've repealed. It's gonna come out on my birthday, Which, this year, happens to be on a Friday! March 13th, 2026, A new chapter begins... I guess this is just the way it goes, Or perhaps, it's just the way the story's told. Flowers covered in fool's gold, Decaying as they grow old.
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Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 8:58 PM UTC
Just The Way It Goes
I guess this is just the way it goes, Or perhaps, it's just the way the story's told. Flowers covered in fool's gold, Decaying as they grow old. Second half of junior year, It's hard to believe that it's here. There's no rewinding the clock, Even if I beg it, it won't stop. College classes are coming to mind, Soon I'll leave high school behind, Time to choose my senior classes, I feel a growing monotonous mountain of molasses. I spoke a few words to an old friend, I was just as awkward as I was back then, I want to try again, I know that I can't, Sometimes I wish I'd never known any of them. Prom's coming up, debating to go, Or if I should just stay at home. I don't need a reminder that I've failed socially, My anxiety will entrap me in captivity. But, looking back, will I regret it if I don't? I guess I'll never know, unless I don't go. I guess this is just the way it goes, Or perhaps, it's just the way the story's told. Flowers covered in fool's gold, Decaying as they grow old. My second poetry book is coming soon, For anyone interested in such a boon. "Cathartic Collection," About all my horrible decisions, And how they've hurt me and how I've healed, The scars still haunt me, but I've repealed. It's gonna come out on my birthday, Which, this year, happens to be on a Friday! March 13th, 2026, A new chapter begins... I guess this is just the way it goes, Or perhaps, it's just the way the story's told. Flowers covered in fool's gold, Decaying as they grow old.
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early to rise and observe           trip over the cat first to witness that things         need not be so absurd and inglorious and murdered   reassemble breath                         resemble prescribed life
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Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
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Go to sleep you broken thing you tired, tired sack of tissue say your prayers tonight get up tomorrow and be ready to be broken all over again Amen.
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Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
Pieces of Tattooed Skin
Give me nothing But time Everything within   This wanting to be of something     And there will be neither writing Nor ending    For a summer storm But combined       And in giving me a required aim   When there is sound to be found And creation to pro   Then the writing will flow As if out of a struck desert stone       And swell
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Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
How Writing (Told) Goes
It dawns... She ponders... It wanders... Goes yonder... Back it saunters... Her thought process... Sometimes is... Beyond her
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Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 11:55 PM UTC
Process
There's a shiny stranger at the door His eyes are wide, smile white and wanting more With no mask to hide or nowt to give Idle conversation fits before No you can't have my money as I'm skint It's been a long day the saying goes Charity starts at home but not when you work for one There's a level I give and am currently past it Outside of my own remit
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
Fatigue
Everything just comes and goes Like lightning But I can still hear the sounds Like thunder Everything just comes and goes Like a butterfly But I can still hear the sounds Of its wings Everything just comes and goes Like a headache But I can still hear the sound Of the hammer in my head I'm not crazy. Yet.
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Comes and Goes
Times when the spirit goes down Times when both the hands are not enough Times when hearing something good is the only craving This is the only time when the only most needed person is me For my own validation For my own inspiration Empathizing my own emotions Leaning on my own shoulders Wiping my own tears Accepting my own fears Sensing my own sensitivity Soothing myself with soft words Remembering that bad times are temporary And in this temporary time that I have Carried on and hung on with myself That I stood by myself in need That I understood myself and my needs That I build this trust with myself That I know now in times when the spirit goes down I have me always to carry on with myself.
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Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC
Times when the spirit goes down
#*Many days And the thoughts lay scattered Never alone, lost, too shy The words jingle jangle Sometimes loudly chattered Many days Busier than busy Dizzier than dizzy Happier than happy Testing capabilities Fulfilling Responsibilities Many days Work never completely done Sleep it’s a necessity And some fun Walking on the Sun*#
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Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
Many Days
As i lift my head Looking ahead I see my feelings expire No time Its too late to inspire my desire What you did ignited the fire While im heading down Cause you are no longer taking me higher As time goes...
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Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC
As time goes by
Claw apart my flesh to reveal a bleeding heart Peel me open to show what is falling apart Stoked flame burns brighter than trampled coals Turn me to ashes to crumbling charcoal Once drowning now buried in storms A star shines brighter fractured light reformed. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
Claw Me Open
I am a simple man, A grey in the rainbow clan. I cry when pinched and smile when winked. I lay on the grass staring at the stars, into the earth I sink. I lie, I try, and I wish to live while wanting to die. On the edge of the cliff I sway, If I jump will I fly? Clutch my safe while it distorts to danger I turn around and through the pain, I meander.
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 2:25 AM UTC
Simple man
Farewell my dear friend is what I have to say; though I wish from my heart that you could stay. You have been an amazing friend thus far; A true gem, a shinning star. You have been there in the littlest of ways; Just to show that you care always. Here's a message from me to you; Just remember my words are true. The worlds your oyster as they say; So you just go along and play. My wish for you is all of lifes best treasures; Coz my friend you are truly special beyond measure. Always remain as you are; A perfect masterpiece by far.
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 2:41 AM UTC
A New Adventure
Everyone  I love goes away, What I have become, My sweetest dead rose in the midst of a flower season, Blending in- mixture of confusion, Real ones ain't of first sights, Fake ones.. Their smiles coat it all, In this black hole without ending, You trip and only till you drawn, Cause everyone you love goes, Always tripping  on the dark side of life, It's all sugar coated fake
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 7:24 AM UTC
GOES