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Mariah 5d
They cannot stop you
Or they would have already
Still, they will try.
Will you?
The fact they're after you means you're doing something right. Hang tough and stick to your guns. This is when it will count.
neth jones Sep 11
for a life of creativity
a clean voice and lung
calm weathered brain
i ought put effort
diary prayer from 23/10/23. minor tweak made (‘for’ added to beginning and 'i oight put effort' to the end) . taken from shorts iii no. 11
Kalliope Sep 3
You never sleep
Always awake
Solving the problems
Grasping to stay
You punch the numbers
You whisper the rhymes
You write it all down
A couple million times
The hardest equation
That you've ever seen
You're wracking your brain
Spiraling it seems
The great mathematician
At work in the flesh
A logical man
Working towards no rest
He's almost got it
The answers right there
Your heart such a puzzle
To him- almost unfair
But love isn't a problem to be solved, is it?
Zywa Jul 17
At home, we each have our cell
our monastic life dedicated
to words and deeds
My words, his deeds

Walks after work
turning on each other's axis
like spiral trees on the edge
of an abyss

Practical issues
we discuss, the undiscussable
I write down in precise sentences
No endless talk

certainly not about myself
And in my struggle
to be seen
as I am

never using improper
words as a weapon
rather encouraging him
to be his best self
Autobiography "In den vreemde - Kronieken" ("In foreign parts - Chronicles", 2024, Frida Vogels), chapter 'Kees en ik' ('Neil and I') - March 20th, 1983, Bologna

When a trunk grows spirally, each root supplies water to leaves on all sides of the tree, and sugars from each individual branch reach roots on all sides of the tree

Collection "Trench Walking"
Yash Shukla Jul 11
आयुष्याच्या प्रत्येक टप्प्यावर
चढण्याची केली घाई,
कुठे हरवला आनंद माझा
मलाच कळालं नाही.

स्वप्नं मोठी, इच्छा जास्त –
पण मेहनत केली नाही,
कुठे हरवला आनंद माझा
मलाच कळालं नाही.

सर्वांनी मला सावध केलेले,
पण मी लक्ष दिलं नाही,
कुठे हरवला आनंद माझा
मलाच कळालं नाही.

मेहनतीशिवाय मार्ग मला
कोणताच दिसत नाही,
हरवलेला आनंद माझा
मी पुन्हा शोधत राही.
ही कविता ०२ ऑगस्ट २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
Arii Jul 6
It’s not a lot that I can give, not a lot that I have,
It’s just a drop in the bucket toward my goal to be better.
But even so, I wish I could give more than I’ve given myself,
Everything I have and anything I’ve had

So it didn’t go to waste
Rotting in a corner, in a room, in a space
That I can never go to again,
Or rather don’t want to go to once more

But rather reminisce about
Something that isn’t the burden
And weight that’s taken place in my heart
When I can’t look at someone else and say

I’ve done them right for once.
Futile, as my efforts are
‘Cause until now there’s not a lot I can find
That would be worth the effort or time

Others have to wait for something
As big as beating cancer,
as small as a birthday,
And from someone like me
On a day like that, of all days.

But I can give myself
And I can be here,
Forever, however long that is,
If someone would like,
I can be
I wrote this ages ago and apparently I didn't post it here, or I did and I just can't find it XD
Robii Jun 23
An early bird..up to do her job all over again
In another way anyways..

Her hope glimmers
Parent struggling to pay rents  
The best she can do is work
Kids here, work there
She sorts

Hard work
Hope and care personified
She’s a jewel 💎
Appreciate every thing no matter how little
Appreciate the effort parents and guardians put in
It’s the best you can do
Verin Samel Jun 17
Time is out,

Tomorrow watches me - I look back,
Building a chair in anticipation of my arrival It whispers to me,
“You’ll never be ready”

I blame myself,
The silence that filled moments,
Times I should’ve listened
To the effort that was screaming to be,

A knife i stuck in my own back,
The knife I placed there
The knife that I wanted to be the reason I failed?

Did I ever want to succeed?

Did I avoid trying so I had more to blame than just not being able to cut it?

I don’t try, I don’t succeed.
What… do I expect of me?

When moments of need
Moments in which I should’ve done more,
I stood still.
Contemplating a life that I’m not fighting for-

And now it’s too late,
Time is short— what-else is left,
But to now sit in thought,
Alone with the understanding,

That I did this.
I hurt myself.
I deserve the failure that will consume me.

Was time too short,
Or did I just ignore it.
Kalliope Jun 12
The girl who ruins things
thought maybe she’d try fixing.
If she could stop causing destruction–
offer repairs instead–
maybe it wouldn’t hurt.

If she could rebuild broken things,
maybe she'd be met with looks of relief
instead of weary sighs.

So, the girl who ruins things
bought her tools,
watched the how-to’s,
read all the manuals.

But no one sticks around
after something breaks–
not long enough
to see if someone might fix it.

But ruining was easy,
destroy and get lost.
Fixing comes at an emotionally high cost.
What do you do when you can't find all the pieces?
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