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Rose Jan 2021
When "nothing" is all you have..
When the things are out of hand,
When the world seems too large..
When the time seems to stop,                    
That's when we think about
All the thoughts going far!

When the heat starts to burn..
When the truth starts to hurt,
When the ice starts to melt..
When things are not well,
That's when we think about
This world as "Hell"!

When our hopes are too high..
When we all start to lie,
When the world seems to end..
When there's no one to call a "friend",
That's when we think about
What exactly went wrong!

When the wind starts to blow..
When the water starts to flow,
When your worries start to drown..
When the Yellow turns to Brown,
That's when you think about
What YOU love about this world!

When you can't be who you are..
When there is no one to live for,
When there is no place to hide..
When your mind says "Live and let die",
That's when you think about
"Who the hell gives a ****"!!
Written on some weird strange day in 2012. I don't make sense a lot, but then again, nothing ever does.
Hopeless Outlet Jan 2021
A many miles seperation
can't be what you want up close
everything about this exist
the way it does in binary code
Probably the best way
cuz there's no way
everything that's said could mean a thing
If we ever meet
the fantasy is always better than reality
Intoxicated
Reme Jan 2021
Click clack of train tracks.
Space.
Closing and creating.
Space.
Vision blurred by the translucency of my eyelids.
Space.
I proceed,
Blind, clawing at the warmth of the air that caresses my skin
Warmth that I want from elsewhere
Your warmth...
I must settle.

Anxiety builds.
I see nothing, hear nothing, still I proceed,
Blood pumping
Lub dub
I take a step
Lub dub
Another step
Lub dub
Hands still stretched, nothing. Silence. Space.

It’s coming.
I feel it, the initial throatiness
Converting to heat
****** heat,
Pressing into beads of fluid that trickle down my cheek

My arms follow suit, then my legs,
They become acquainted with the earth,
seeking comfort in its stability
and reveling in its tangibility
Reme Jan 2021
In my mind you are alive,
Playing the lead in my fantasies,
Corroding my senses with outpours of do’mine,
drenching my essence then doing it all over again.

In my mind you are alive,
casually laying claim to each vessel of my being.
Traveling,
Rooting,
Growing,
A fruitless tree you are,
Forever rooted, never sweet.

In my mind you are alive,
Able to contain as many blows sent your way,
Strong, level-headed and calm; so sure.

I am skeptical, pensive and critical; What a perfect match, no?
Adam Schmitt Dec 2020
With my head on straight,
I hear the trees falling
with no one around,
for I am no one.
They do, in fact, make a sound.

With my eyes seeing clear,
Just another choice
just another day
just another voice
just another play.
Not enough time, not enough love,
not of enough of a reason
to keep trekking through the mud.
Not enough words to nail down what
you're thinking of the sinking
and the rising of the flood.
Too much silence, too much disguise,
too much of nothing, too many sweet little lies,
too much of something I can't recognize,
too many angles of mysterious intent.
Too much to wrangle, all my patience spent.

And yet...?
no idea what this is supposed to mean. It just felt good to write it.
Raindrop, drop-top
You hit me on my soft spot
Thought it was just a play
But I won't let you go away
At least, not today

Can't I keep you Lil bit longer?
As someone to linger
I promise I won't be a burden
Or leaving you all of the sudden

Happiness is near
When you are here
Why don't we cherished
Before our memories vanished?
Kelsey Banerjee Dec 2020
she wanted to be everything and nothing
roll universe in her palm
like a marble,
stars flame on her tongue
she spoke of a world
greater than this one
when she finally felt moon rock
cold hard basalt
heavy in her hands
she missed malleable soil stretched
into beds of clovers and daffodils,
craved the warmth of a star.
mina Dec 2020
I write stories about love;
while you are there to read them.
I smell hard copies of bondpapers and graphite;
While your eyes were fixed on digital graphics
I’m obsessed on taking pictures;
While you are already contented by them on mind.
One day, Cupid take his role and
Our hidden strings started to connect
No one could explain the things behind this magic;
The love we both feel and its extremities--
The uncertainties despite of each other’s promises
Without our names, who are we?
Are we that Ying and Yang that are meant to be?
Or the typical love stories
Sweet, steamy, and paradise at first;
But bitter, regretting, and painful at the end?
hiii! this is the first poem that i've posted here after weeks of hesistance and lack of confidence with my writing prompts. nevertheless, i am trying to cope them! i'm looking forward for more poems to read in this community, and also sharing more of mine! thank you so much <333
The particular accelerator
makes being particular
quicker,

yeah,
they make these things up
while sitting up in their
ivory towers
and we are the chess pieces.
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