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Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
Torn between choices
Move forward or go back home
Which one up to you
We all face that choice every day, there is no such thing as standing still, even if that change is a tiny minute one it is still pushing you one direction or the other.
Sara Apr 2020
She was staring out the window
On a rainy afternoon
She liked jazz
but he always played blues

Tune after tune

So it was blues she listened to
With mock appreciation
for the records in the room

A lazy lovers weekend
with books and plants and puff

She smiles every so often
But she knows she’s had enough
Ruheen Mar 2020
People are staring

I'm not moving

Maybe that's why

I'm not moving

Cause they're staring

And they're staring

Cause I'm not moving

And I don't know why

We're stuck in this loop

No difference

With eyes that stare

All around me

People are pushing

Too much pressure

I'm still not moving

The loop continues

But now, I'm alone.
I don't know. I was already messed up. Quarantine's making it worse.
Ivy Davenport Mar 2020
ever get that feeling
that you don't want
anyone to decide
who they think you are...
that you want to crumple up
the page of yourself
in everyone's mind
and title yourself
UNWRITTEN
Kayla universe Mar 2020
I wanted to write  about something happy.

I wanted to write about love, but realized nobody wants to hear that.

To write about someone else.
How they walk, how they talk and  how you talk about them way too much.

“It’s all too mundane,” everyone  would say.


Yesterday night, I slept by your side and that’s all I needed that the time.

To wrapped in your arms.

“Mundane!” They would say.

Yesterday morning, I heard your voice on the other end of the line and that’s all I needed at the time.

Last week, I didn’t want to leave your house. I wanted to stay there on your couch watching tv till I heard God speak himself

Until I heard his voice on the other end of the line which will be never so really, last week, I wanted to stay with you forever  , but nobody wants to hear that.

“Still too mundane!” They would all say.

A few nights ago, your sister told me, “our father didn’t start hitting women until he was twenty so you’ve got time.”    

A few nights ago you told me you were going to propose.  

Today, I was lying in my bed wondering to myself in my head if I wanted to spend the rest of my life someone who might hit me.

“Maybe he wouldn’t.” I said.

But maybe he would.

“Now were getting somewhere.”

Maybe it would be on our first night of marriage or maybe our 40th.

We would get into some petty little argument and it would just happen faster then I could snap my fingers.

Yesterday night, I slept by your side and that’s all I needed that the time.

“Mundane!” they would say.

You wrapped me in your arms so tight, I started to lose my sight. I couldn’t breath, but for a second, I felt relieved.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.”

I remember one day you said to me, “ I would never hit you.” And that’s all I needed at time.

I wanted to write about something happy. I wanted write about love, but realized nobody wants to hear that.


To write about someone else. How they walk. How they talk. How they talk about their father and wishes him dead, how they snap in an instant, how they break things and don’t know how it fix them!

“Now we’re getting somewhere .”
I wrote this poem about a relationship I was in last year. I’m so happy I had the courage to leave and wanted to share what it was like with anyone who reads. ❤️❤️
Hailie Mar 2020
So I been thinking about my next Move and how to make it right,
it’s becoming a bit of a sore eye but I’ll never lose sight.
at the end of the day all I got is myself, I will continue to grow without ur help.
I am reaching for a way out but I’ve been moving in circles,
wondering if it was that blue dream or ***** purple, that
day was when my vision got so clouded
rumor has it at least that’s how it started.
I been thinking about my next Move and how to make it right,
it’s becoming a bit of a sore eye but I’ll never lose sight.
Fayez Mar 2020
I am emptied
Hollowed out
By you

The wind carries
My hollow body
Far away

A new land
Somewhere I
Can be whole
An ode to starting again, letting your emptiness guide you forward to a brighter place.
Mystic Mar 2020
I met you in this crowd.
We never said a word to each other.
But the eye contact was electric.
You never parted your lips to speak.
But your soul did.
It was calling to me.
Almost crying.
Practically screaming.
It is okay.
I can hear you loud and clear.
It is like I am one with you,
before the introduction.
It is as if something was pulling me,
letting me know that it is you.
You are the one.
Do not let them go away from your grip.
The only grip I have on you
is the way we stare into our eyes.
But which one of us will make the move first?
Isabella Mar 2020
I get unpacked
And settle in
But only to
Move back again
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