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 Mar 2020 ni
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Untitled
 Mar 2020 ni
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My happiest moments
were always the ones
where I’m closest to death
I’m leaving soon.
 Mar 2020 ni
Ash B Crowley
don’t say sorry, I want to tell her

do what you like, I would say to her

you’re perfect, I'd confess to her

take all the time you want and never feel bad about it, never apologize for the way you exist, especially the way you do it, which is so breathtaking I feel I might fall through the floor because I am standing on clouds

is what I wish I could say to her

watching you adore the world is stunning enough for me to spend my whole life doing it
I could gaze at you gazing forever and never be satisfied that I had seen enough
don't regret all the seconds you spent simply looking, listening, and breathing in all the beauty you could find
I do the same, and it is the reason I look at you so often
 Mar 2020 ni
Lily X
Heavy
 Mar 2020 ni
Lily X
I'm at the point now where even the weight of air on my skin hurts.
 Feb 2020 ni
AngryTeen
break.
 Feb 2020 ni
AngryTeen
sometimes when you are bored of breaking bones

you break hearts

sometimes when you are tired of breaking yourself

you break other people

sometimes you forget you can't break

back to happiness

...

but at least it's amusing.
 Feb 2020 ni
Joy
Going down
 Feb 2020 ni
Joy
Spiraling
                down
                          a pit
                                  of anxiety.

                     When suddenly


                          A

                          f

    ­                      r

                          e

           ­               e

                          f

                  ­        a

                          l

                         ­ l

                    headfirst
                    short
                    sharp
            ­        burst.

                          And then

P     r     o     c     r   a    s    tination
spilled         un   e   ve       nly

           on a tiled bathroom floor.
 Feb 2020 ni
Acme
Old
 Feb 2020 ni
Acme
Old
My skin doesn't fit anymore.
It's 2 sizes too big and my bones
live in a circus tent and my face
gaunt and eyes sunk in my skull.
I'll still write these poems so you
will be prepared for being old.
 Feb 2020 ni
Samantha Cunha
There's a red thread
woven between us,
tethering us
to one another

The voice of high
heavens ring
in an unfamiliar
ear, telling me
to stay right here.

In this transient life,
all there is
is right now
in another life,
we may get it right
until then,
we lay here our bodies
strewn upon the ethers
 Feb 2020 ni
Keerthi Kishor
Reverse
 Feb 2020 ni
Keerthi Kishor
Sometimes the best you can see is when you have your eyes closed.
The best conversations come out of
silences.
The best ideas evolve from the corners
of a mad brain.
Art arises from pain.
True love can happen from a broken heart.
And broken souls shine better.
Happiness happen from solitude.
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