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Demons Dec 2020
Oh, the joyous day of our first breath.

Oh, the joyous day of our freedom.

Oh, the joyous day of our first day of understanding.

Oh, the joyous day of our first dreams.

Oh, the saddened day of our first heartbreak.

Oh, the saddened day of our first contemplation.

Oh, the saddened day of our first suffocation.

Oh, the saddened day of our first bad habits.

Oh, the saddened day of our last breath.

Now read it from bottom to top.
brynna Dec 2020
let me lay a kiss upon your temple

count your freckles, soft skin so simple
short one i found in an old journal
Neha Naeem Nov 2020
“Here you go,” he handed me some more grapes. I popped each one into my mouth S he watched me.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“I wanted to ask you out.” I nodded, smirking.
“Right now?” He asked.
“Well there’s no point in asking though is there?” His cheeks flushed, and we were in the back freezer. He smiled, but we didn’t kiss. I rested my head on his shoulder, my whispers were so quiet that not even the angels that sat upon my shoulders heard me.
“I don’t do relationships in professional circumstances.” I told him about Ted, mg best friend.
“It’s okay, I’m here for you.”

“Thanks.”
Again it’s not really poetry. This is just some writing I needed to write. I saw it his scenario in my dream and wrote about it as quickly as I could before it would disappear from my brain.
Traveler Nov 2020
Lighten up
Unfold your dresser
And celebrate
Clothes on the floor
Half open drawers
I dare you to give
Your clothes to the poor

Open your fridge
What’s in the back
That green hairy thing
Growing out of that bag
Let’s leave it there and celebrate
Break out that ice cream and cake

Get some colour outside the lines
Break the patterns that confine
Say something no one else has
With uneven versus
Cut the chorus in half

True creativity awaits outside the rules
Of aestheticism
Pardon me my thoughts always seem to turn into rhymes.

Traveler Tim

PSS Aestheticism a real thing!
Juno Oct 2020
the scratch of a pen as it glides across the paper,
ink pooling in the words.
a stain on fingers here and there,
rustling pages full of thoughts.
sunlight filters in through curtains,
settling on the pages like snow on the ground.
ink bleeds through to the blank side of the paper but the pen keeps writing, regardless.
kind of ironic to write this on a screen.
Demons Oct 2020
But when you force me to make adult decisions that have childish effects...

I find myself dealing with the drugs,
the alcohol, and the cigarettes.
;
Demons Oct 2020
It holds the energy forever.
been awhile. hard to believe it’s been 2 years.
Luna Maria Sep 2020
I romanticize the smell of cigs
because I want destroying myself
to be something beautiful and graceful.
Siya Mulge Sep 2020
Alone,
In this jar of darkness
Wind of poison
My lungs no longer care
From a lively spirit to only a bone
To exist,
I run out of reason
Belong I where?
I want to run,
Oh God
Lift me,
I want to run...

Sinking,
In the misery of my nightmares
Haunted by demons
Tied in chains
Eating me inside out, blaspheming
Feeling
Nothing but stark pain
An agony treason
Am I in so much vain?
I want to burn,
Oh Devil,
Stab me,
I want to burn...
Esther Sep 2020
***
rainy day
messy white sheets
naked bodies
soft music
smell of smoke
your lips crashed against mine
like an apocalypse...
🖤
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