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More than the virus,
Fear is spreading like wildfire.
She's a lost girl in a lost world,
but I know what she's tryna find.
Some call it music,
I call it never land.
Where we can take flight and don't have to ever land.
You can stay young forever if you follow your heart.
Know a 9-5 tears the soul apart,
Keep it safe you can keep your soul in art.
We can't live a lie, we would rather die, if I don't live for this I am not alive.
I don't deserve the breathe, I don't deserve the steps, don't deserve the criticism or compliments.
This is who I am, this is what I do.
Outside of never land I don't have a clue.
They call us lost but this is the place where I was found
Take my hand Wendy we're home now.
Credit given to Abstract for the bulk of this, this is some of the most beautiful lyricism I've ever seen. Thanks for the inspiration.
Most people die before 25,
40 years later we're put in a grave.
 May 2020 Radhika Krishna
putiira
All I have is the sky
and this longing to be anywhere
but here
 May 2020 Radhika Krishna
Jena T
To my back sit the stars
Under my feet lie the clouds
An endless staircase rises both ways
I breathe the clouds
I feel the void on my neck
Sit with me on the steps
Talk a while
Labors of my love came today
And I had to go away
Do not grieve the loss
It was always meant to be
I'll return to the skies
Where walls of captivity cease to be
Change has arrived
Birthing pain of a new day
It is growing late
The stairs go both ways
I sit on the steps
My final wait
Weaving stars and galaxies.
I feel the emptiness of a brain uninspired,
I have no desire to muse about anything.
And to make something out of nothing
is never the easiest.
Putting pencil to paper,
I drag out the nothing inside
And line by line
It dies.
Trying to write one poem a day... This is barely day 2 lol
 May 2020 Radhika Krishna
Maja
The only way to win a fight

is to not fight at all
If both attack with raised guns, then you can be sure no one will walk away unscattered. Life is not a movie. People die.
It's just how it is.
 May 2020 Radhika Krishna
Maja
Save me if you must.
Love me if you dare.
Turn me into dust.
Leave me if you care.
A short poem about something.
What is still not certain. But then again, is anything?
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