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Megan Jun 8
I cup the moon in my hands
from a safe space
on untamed ground
in a forgotten place.

The moon—
its glow, it lingers,
wrapping soft eggshell hues
around my fingers.
Madeon Jun 6
We’ve built our little world,
With sunsets and dreams,
Through ups and downs,
We’re stronger than we seem.
So let’s paint tomorrow,
With colors, bold and bright,
Chasing every moment,
Like the stars in the night.
Maria Jun 5
I miss you sadly and so much!
And even if I just don’t know you,
Or maybe I won’t nay find you
And in no case and never lose you.

I miss the words. I miss so much
The words, that never will be spoken,
The dreams, that knotted not on me.
They’ll be fulfilled not us, but someone.

I miss the hands. I miss so much!
They would be able to hug sweetly.
I miss the hair, careless a bit,
And lips… Yes, lips! I miss them really!

I miss their touching, hot and sultry,
Which can just never been delivered.
But even as I never know you,
I’ll love you truly with a quiver.
Again about love...
Thank you for reading! 💖
Check check check,

What’s next?
check check check.
don’t worry,
the list keeps coming,
check check check,
easy to do,
for fools do it too,
check check check.

Hang your head on,
that piece on the refrigerator,
before you head back,
check check check.

Don’t break your neck,
working on, lets check,
check check check.

No check?
check check check,
So easy to do,
that fools do it too,
check check check,
break the neck,
check check check,
Now, what comes next?
Chasing a dream, dancing on concrete, while wearing kinked khaki pants just for an attempt to eat. Word play on the various forms of check as well. Checking a box to meet requirements for jobs, checking to look, and a check to cash in (an American slang term for cheque.
alex Jun 4
I am scared
of what waits for me
over the horizon.

I stand on the edge,
looking tentatively
into the black abyss
that will soon engulf me.

‘Please.’
I whisper, ‘tell me,
will I find someone
to have and to hold,
to grow old with.

Tell me,
Beyond the blur of tomorrow
will I succumb to the
pressures of the people,
letting my dreams wither and die.
Or will I raise anarchy,
so that my dreams may fly.

I know,
I will lose many,
friends, foes and family
and I grieve
for the loses to come,
for I fear the day
I will have none.
Piyush Jun 4
A blue-feathered bird,
Sitting on my shelf,
Tells me a story
Not found in itself.

Of a poet and dead,
Of words that he said.
The poet was poor,
Only had words to pour.
The dead was once alive,
She was the king’s only tribe.

They met in shade,
No eyes, no blade.
He spoke in rhyme,
She gave him time.
No crown, no gold—
Just hands to hold.

The king knew
The poet’s affection—
For him, his daughter
Was no mere connection.
He ordered,
“Don’t ****, don’t spill the blood,
Write some words from the mud.
Hang him in the night,
When the moon will rise—
The poet’s will should die.”

She cried,
Yet they beat him
Till the night.

The story, never whole,
Remains told
By the blue-feathered bird.
The bird still sings, its voice not done,
Read the rest — there’s more than one.
Megan Jun 3
like the earth,
i orbit and observe—
sunshine and ghosts,
moonlit secrets put to sleep
in mornings shadowed
by entities of me.

where i roar not loud enough to be heard,
only whispered—
a metaphysical battle of words.

asleep and awake at the same time,
a cosmic shroud,
a star without shine.
Piyush Jun 4
Wait,
A long wait,
She's there,
Right there
Sitting next to you,
Yet you can't speak.
Why?
Don't know
Why not?
I don't know
But you're her friend,
So why can't you speak?
I don't know.
Not yet.
Not now.
I'm waiting,
Still waiting
For her to speak
To laugh at me
To walk with me.
Why can't I...
Talk.
I don't..
Know.
I want to..
Sit with her
Stay with her
Nothing..
More.
She's there,
Yeah there.
Max Vale Jun 3
la
so i moved to los angeles
to chase the girl of my dreams.
how could i have known she was the devil
staring right back at me.
on the way over there
i thought i saw her wings.
clipping her feathers
whilst i was hunting a ring.
should have known then
that ******* my porch.
was always going to be trouble
when she walked through that door.
mama's always told me,
wear my heart on my sleeve.
don't get yourself killed,
with what you're trying to achieve.
so i left that night,
through that hole in the wall.
maybe those things they call angels
don't exist at all?
Lance Remir Jun 2
Like the Grim Reaper
You took the life I had 
No scythe, no robes, no fear
Just a longing, desperate kiss
A look of yearning, a smile of love
I may still wake up and count the time
But my heart is long gone
Death wasn't cold or hard 
It was warm and soft
An embrace from an angel 
I gave you my future and self
But that future is dead
And that person is gone
My body is still here
But the hopes were slain
The Grim Reaper herself
Was so beautiful and alluring
I didn't realize she killed me 
Not with a blade of doom
But with a tearful goodbye 
My heart pumps blood still
But my heart lives for no one
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