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 Feb 2021 Broken Pieces
Villam
Dark
 Feb 2021 Broken Pieces
Villam
I would call this poem bright if there would be daylight

You don't deserve the scratch of my pencil to give you highlights

The role you have been acting made a great success

I fall for you....

It has taken too long,
That pink fog to become see through..

I did not know you were just a clown
Searching for new scene for the score

And I find myself wondering
next to my window...

Chasing the darkest night
without stars

Don't seem to find the " Why"
Knowledge borrowed from others need not be returned.
“Are you okay?”
“No, but I have to be someone’s smile today.”
I think I've realized the more poems I write about someone the more toxic they are to me

Here's number 25 for you

I suppose that pales in comparison to the thousands I wrote for my first love but I've known you a lot less time

And you've never even been mine

And that's okay

Because at this rate

You never will be.
25
 Feb 2021 Broken Pieces
Yana Kim
Life is a journey
Not a race
No first place nor last
We don’t have the same finish line
Walk or run
It is up to you
Don’t push yourself
If you can’t keep up
Take a break
Take a deep breath
Better stop than hit the wall
 Feb 2021 Broken Pieces
More Love
I am human
and I have lived, and breathed, and seen...
and fallen and stood,
and loved and lost.

And I seek.
And I seek.

And I breathe, and I look, and I live.

And I live.
And I love.
And I see.
 Feb 2021 Broken Pieces
Jack
ever since that night
everything's changed
lights shone too bright
familiar faces looked strange
thoughts were disturbed
my brain was unnerved

in essence,
I chose fear and paranoia
in replacement to a life that was
previously filled with colors
ever since the first one, the rest came in waves
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.
keep a light on in your heart,
i'll come find you and give you my hand.

to lead you out of the dark corridors
where the blank bulbs hang heavy,
swinging in tune with your broken heart strings.

past the pieces that roll around,
fragments of a lost childhood,
shards of contempt and regret.

to a place where there is warmth,
and solitude will not bury you under memories.
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