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nissa May 2014
we make our words so pretty we forget that the beauty comes from saying them for their meaning
and that is what is happening to the surfaces of our skin we forget what life is really supposed to mean
m i a Feb 2016
blank.
do you ever just feel so overwhelmed with
[life
work
school
friends
people
followers
likes
home
family
sadness
confusion
and just blegh,]

that your mind goes blank?
i have no inspiration as of now obvi. what are ways that you find inspiration?
john Shelton Aug 2019
I'll drink tea with my feelings,
make a pie with my sadness,
invite over joy for a drink,
spend time crying with anger.

I'll fall in a pile of leaves with surprise,
wrap shock up in the night,
tell pain to have a wonderful day,
help loneliness with the groceries.

I love my whole self.
I hope you do too.
Jack Jenkins Apr 28
i hate when songs explain me
better than my own **** poetry
as if i was written out like a plot
on some ****** old tv show that
use to air in the 50s
im thirty but im fifty but im
still a teen
leaning into the stereotypes of
misspelled "me's"
its too tiring to explain anymore
there isnt a thing to prove anymore
im just me and
dont know how to deal with me
anymore
Malia Sep 20
COUGH COUGH! BLEGH!
I’ve come down with a case of “meh”,
I’ve got tremors and shakes
And “that’s due today??”
Nearly putting me into bedrest.

There’s so many things that need doing
And I truly cannot keep assuming
That I can avoid
The results of my choice—
I jumped in the ***, now I’m stewing.

Will this be my undoing?
One might have guessed
That I’ve quit and I’ve stopped
In an unending rest,
Am I still the best?
My grip, it is slipping:
Like an old, beat-up ragdoll
Whose threads won’t stop ripping.

— The End —