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A M Ryder Aug 2018
I mean yeah
The ship is sinking
But the music
Is exceptional
Jabin Aug 2018
Chisel your memory
To my plates.
Mind falling emery
Such is fate’s.

Mindlessly picturing
As by age.
Beauty quivering
Turning page.

Knuckles so painfully
Bending out
Tears fall gainfully
Hope’s sparse sprout.

Image so tenderly
Filling thought.
Eyesight so slenderly
Catching aught.

Breathing intake shallow
Lung fill work.
Every moment hallow
Even murk.

Approaching end rapid
Time so scant.
Experience vapid,
So much can’t.

But you are there,
In the echoes.
You are there.
Lovely,
Goodbye.
Ashari Ty Jul 2018

this isn't the last gaze
or is it?
it's funny how we desire to
have a last look on good things.

this isn't the last touch
or is it?
it's funny how we hold on
before we let go.

this isn't the last kiss
or is it?
it's funny how we talk sweet
before we say goodbye.

this isn't the last breath
or is it?
it's funny how we have to
exhale before heaven.

this isn't the last day
or is it?
it's funny how i can't tell
dawn apart from twilight.
~
Stepped on the stage
Dancing in the light
Eyes on her
Spinning in the spotlight
She did her show
With rabbits and hats
A thrilling magic of trickery
Everyone in the act
But in the room
A man believed in her power
Yet the show ended with her
  Disappearing.
    Was her final act.
When it's the last time you saw her
PS Jun 2018
I do so well without you
Then you come back again
I say that I am fine
I sit and play pretend.
I go off to parties
I try to flirt with men
I do so well without you
That it’s hard not to pretend.
And, silly me, I loved you
And, silly me, I care
For you and all around you
But love is never fair.
I do so well without you
Then back you come around
I see you in the distance
You look for common ground.
I say I want to see you
I say I want to call
I sit alone and wonder
If I was anything at all?
And, silly me, I loved you
I thought I meant the world
To me, you were my everything
But I was not your girl.
I do so well without you
So very, very well.
Until you say hello again
And I’m under your spell.
And, silly me, I talk to you
I often bare my soul
And, silly me, I love you
But you don’t deserve to know.
I am sad
Pinkbun17 May 2018
Adulthood is a façade
Humans are creatures of habit,
And victims of circumstances
Yet, oddly some locate adaptability
Childhood memories escape us-
With great ease.
True happiness is a fleeting concept
But- without despair, joy is a numbing sensation
Aging does not bring forth
The harvest of wisdom
Experience is an unkind professor
Strict and expecting perfection
The guide’s knowledge is dished
In a condescending tone.
The student is brimming with anxiety-
Unprepared for the final exam.
Wrote this about a year ago. This poem has been published in my college's journal. :)
Nicholas Fonte Apr 2018
Let our final moments be told
As everything begins to unfold
We stand and make amends
As everything around us ends
This is where we let go of our names
As everything is engulfed in flames
The seconds where we learn to care
As everything remains in despair
We all begin to repent
As everything leads to this moment
Where we lose all hope
As everything hangs on a rope
When it all crumbles on this fight
As everything is burned alight
In our final moments that night
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