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Poetic T May 2020
The suicide note was blank,
            I hadn't thought up
a good enough excuse yet

   for why they killed themselves.

This one was a tough one,
  as my hands aren't as strong as
the used to be, took ages to suffocate...

But as I hung them up like a piñata,
  covering the ligature marks smoothly.
I pushed them to get a rhythm  of what
               to write..

I was tired, uninspired...
I'm getting to old
               for this manual labour,
time to retire and write love stories...



"To whom it may concern,

                         "tested gravity..

"I got a D- oh well....
Lara May 2020
Decisions
-
A part of life where you’d like gravity to stop

And just fly away

Decisions are a part of growing up

Sometimes it’s hard to decide
-
Sometimes it’s easy to decide


Sometimes it’s hard to accept decisions
Or make decisions

Decisions affect your life
Decisions can hurt or make you happy
-
Or both at the same time

Everybody makes decisions to make their life better or get another chance

After making a decision
-
You feel freed
-
But there also is this other feeling that hurts
Make your life better with the decisions you make
Noemi May 2020
My laurels means nothing
They're tenderly held together by
cheap glue and crumble to ash
a little bit more every time I touch them
yours are made of gold and sapphire
they're sturdy and I bet if they fell
they'd hold together nicely
but they've never fallen
gravity doesn't seem to affect you the way
it does me
Lara May 2020
It brings me down to earth every day.

I am just flying around in my daydreams.

And then it just comes.

The gravity that brings me back to earth.

Gravity one word that describes how people are living on one planet.

We can’t just repel ourselves from the earth and take off.

It’s just not possible.

Gravity stops us from flying away.

Gravity keeps us on the ground of facts.

Gravity is just there and determines all of us.

Gravity is letting us see the beauty of nature.
We feel satisfied by the birds flying and the clouds flowing at the sky.

It lets us see the stars at night.
Gravity
-
Such a little word for such a big meaning
anna May 2020
There lies the abandoned park bench
We sat there a year ago

Now stained with infinite dust, rain
Pouring torrents of strange anger and

Pulsing sorrow- a heaving chest
Rising and falling , tide like crest

Certain gravity to the fall, to the fallen
(pun unintended)
Unceasing in releasing;

Dusk, dawn
Fall , rise
Black, white

Just universal polarity like
The one between you and me.

A hand to hold, a smile to crave,
A heart to feel, a love to cherish;

All now lies washed down
Dust in the rain
Solitary drops now remain.
An old feeling crept up on me.
Maria Mitea May 2020
just wondering,
while gravity takes over
pulling
the earth
strongly
into denser
layers
underneath is
happy
the cooler
the hotter
less dense
air
rises
and takes its
place
on top
a phreatic eruption
brings
the juvenile world
to
the surface
Happy,
just wondering
Amna Khan Apr 2020
Under the serene starry sky
lay a  hushed beating heart
In a field as far as the horizon offered
always allured by God's majestic art

Two glistening eyes on Draco fixated
Orion seemed the epitome of delight
Deciphering the secrets the cosmos held
in awe of the gloom broken by celestial light

Almost as if the stars were reaching out too
cradling the little one in their truths
unraveling their mysteries to the heart of the wild
in their lullaby, ease and soothe

The galaxies above used their magic to fill
the obscure heart with emotions aplenty
and all that chained it to the insipid earth
were mundane realities and gravity
Constructive criticism is welcome.
Guadalupe S P Mar 2020
I sit with my feet dangling into a circle
whose edge I rest on
as if it were a window sill.

From here the earth looks ancient.
It’s pull mothered by the curvature
of spacetime.
The spring blossoms curving
when they fall.

Our fate floating out there: intangible–
outside this circle where my toes abide
Our fate floating in us: tangible–
The place in which my torso resides

The debate seems fresh unlike the sagely soil. My limbs alive –life giving life– emerging like the pistil from a bellflower
unconcerned with philosophy.
Poetic T Apr 2020
I cut down the last tree,
   and ate the last apple...

I  wore the snake as a noose...


******* gravity...
  


                 I fell hollow and empty...
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