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Dave Robertson Feb 2022
Aaaaah!
Understand that every thought you had
about adults knowing what they’re doing
rapidly disappears when you become one

So even the plush ******
sat at the Romanesque desk
preaching complex reasons and threats
…because?
is hideously full of ****

When the best toy is being threatened
in kindergarten, the fattest egos flex
and either with aggression
or diseased crocodile tears
will appeal or impel.

Well. Here we are.
Men get old, even me.
But unlike cheese or wine,
it is not fine, virile,
or true.
pandemoniac Feb 2022
the pen is not mighty
the lily is not pure

and blood is not vengeful nor beautiful
it is just red

but i like stories


that white shirt you once wore
now yellow with use
that sweater you've had for years
adorned with the patches
of accidents gone by
that scar on your back
from when you fell off a swing
those lines by your lips
the remnant of a smile
and a smile and a smile

I like stories
i love reading yours

there are rabbits on my moon
divinity in my incense
my oaks stand mighty
my sun rides a chariot


park benches donated in memory
hasty scribbles on classroom benches
superstitions about crows and cows
love stories to make word games

i come from a world of stories
where the people are made
of matter and molecule
of memory and metaphor

i like stories
and this one's my favourite
a little happy poem i wrote when i was bored in class
Zywa Feb 2022
The nights are silent,

the ferries out of service --


everyone in bed.
Collection "WoofWoof"
usagi Feb 2022
Your simplicity soothes my heart's anxieties.
Jessica Feb 2022
I am most alive on a warm summer night at dusk
Walking through a field of tall grass
With a warm gentle breeze blowing
Stars just starting to fill the sky
The sound of the frogs and crickets in the air
No one know I’m there
louella Jan 2022
salt is sprinkled all over my wounds
the blood is boiling
lost in a daydream
trapped in a hazy atmosphere
where no one can escape

the sky is falling
while the ukulele strums
it’s bittersweet to know I’ve known you once before
especially cause now ur a stranger

my cheeks are soggy from the tears
wasting materials, drinks, and years
the ground is wet and damp
the rain is dripping down like the residue on my face after watching you deliberately ignore me

the earth is faint and quiet
losing the best things
inside the worse moments
slowing sobbing
in a delicate motion

but even as the world is ending
a silence is better than nothing
i hear the horns
and it’s the most pleasing noise
echoing through every corner
collecting all my memories
all my fears
all my worries
and i think i am finally alive

we are all gonna be ok
Listen to fine line while reading
It’s a magical experience, trust me

1/18/22
as my mind goes through stream of thoughts and worries,
it searches for peace,
it wanted to be at ease;
when staring at the sunset thinking about nothing,
when laying on the grass looking at the sky so clear,
when sleeping in the bed dreaming about almost anything,
when hugging the person we love and care so deep.
and it automatically thinks of you,
you makes my heart calm
you makes my mind sane
you make me feel better
you, my love, are my tranquility.
have you ever felt this way? the chaos happening within and around you disappears when you are reminded by your person.
Zywa Jan 2022
At times a boat, car,

or delivery, the town --


has been ruralised.
Lockdown because of Covid-19

Collection "Slow circles"
Akriti Dec 2021
I have always admired these nights,
the only time when the lights become more meaningful.
More appreciable they become,
carrying along the beauty of the darkness.
The realm where the two meet,
will be the only surreal truth I'll ever witness.
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