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empty seas May 2019
somedays i think
if i looked inside your heart
he would be there
instead of me

Syv Elena May 2019
I have to work tomorrow
I have to work tomorrow
I have to work tomorrow
I have to work tomorrow
I have to work tomorrow
I don't want to work tomorrow

I rather sleep tomorrow
I rather be in my bed tomorrow
I want to be free tomorrow
I don't want to greet anyone tomorrow
I don't want to go outside tomorrow
And I don't want to work tomorrow

But I have to work tomorrow
Because if I don't tomorrow
People might get mad tomorrow
I might get fired tomorrow
I'd hate myself tomorrow
But I don't want to work tomorrow

Every time I think about tomorrow
I get anxious about tomorrow
People are expecting me tomorrow
I have to live up to them tomorrow
But I can't live up to them tomorrow
Because I don't want to work tomorrow

It's only an hour tomorrow
It's close by tomorrow
But I still want to cancel tomorrow
Though I can't cancel tomorrow
Because I still have to work tomorrow
Even though I don't want to work tomorrow

My head is filled with tomorrow
Because I'm scared of tomorrow
I have to be outside tomorrow
I have to be among people tomorrow
But if I'm honest about tomorrow
I don't want to wake up tomorrow
I haven't written a poem in a long time. I had a job and it went good for a while, but I started to get in my head. That's how this poem came to life.
Hidden May 2019
the rain mimics my tears
as i lay in my bed
i want to rest my mind
but the relentless sky
blurs my thoughts
and the windows

the dull tv light
shines off the mirror i’m looking into
it makes my damp cheeks glimmer
and glorifies my sorrow
forcing me to recognize
the face staring back at me

the deep thunder
drowns my gasping moans
my breath is shortened
with every crash in the sky
it makes me invisible to anyone
who was truly listening
hey everyone, long time no see.
sushii May 2019
You’re green, bubbly, and magenta.
You’ve transformed my vision of what I call psychedelia—
Wow!
I wouldn’t have expected you to walk up to me right here, right now.
You have candy canes on your face!
Funny you should come to this place....

Do you like it here?
See, look! A blue deer!
Wait, why is he sad?
Come along, please don’t be mad...

...a pretty color indeed!
Yes, I think it’s very sweet.
I’m so very curious, sir.
Why is it that the mangroves stir?

I find your idea rather enchanting,
However my imagination is too demanding...
Why are you here?
What summoned you and told you to appear?

Never the matter, let’s bask away;
Hurry, there’s only so much left today.
Beautiful, yes it is,
But stranger than a ghost’s kiss...

I don’t quite understand...
My fate doesn’t feel too grand,
And I suddenly realize
The meaning behind all your lies.

You were the one.
You took away the sun,
Leaving me with night
And a heart filled with fright.
You were the one.
You said it’d be fun,
And guided me in my infancy
To not worry or look too closely
Until one day it was gone


And I tried to forget
That you were the one.
Sketcher May 2019
She’s at a friends house getting high,
She calls me, I answer, and say goodbye,
Cause she broke her word, yeah, she had lied,
In my heart I had held so much pride,
For my baby girl, but now it’s gone,
Now she disappoints from noon to dawn,
Smoking here to there, to house to lawn,
Makes me shrivel up and lose my brawn,
Makes all my bones ache,
And I’m not even sure why,
I just know that it makes,
Me feel sad and I cry,
Maybe it’s because it’s slowly killing her,
And I want her forever, forever bringing her,
To a healthy place where we live long lives together,
Maybe we can get married, I’ll ask her to be my wife,
But not at this pace, with this hurt in my heart,
The feeling that makes me want to tear myself apart,
Piece by piece, analyzing each segment,
Figure out why it hurts so I can maybe prevent,
Any more pain, cause this **** ******* *****,
Soon she’ll probably leave me for some deluxe,
Pink *****, marijuana, or coffee,
I’m lucky I have her, cause this love is not free,
It comes at a cost of great pain and suffrage,
Not a tax or insurance, no medical coverage,
A fear and worry that something bad will happen,
I’m sad and I’m done with this rap... so I’m going back to nappin’.
Mia Sadoch Apr 2019
I often worry about you.
When you’re out of my sight, at a party or other
I wonder if all is right; what if this coming summer
That you await so much, is your last too?

You never know what encounters you might make.
Someone may harm you, take advantage of you, or…
But that’s love; apprehension, forevermore.
I’m sorry for being so protective. It’s for your sake.

But I shouldn’t be. I know your strengths.
So... this is interesting.
This poem was written on April 6th... 2018! I apparently put it in the wrong folder, and only found it a year later. I wrote it when the crush who's the subject of about the first half of my poems went to a party. I was very worried for no reason... but that's just how I am.
elle jaxsun Mar 2019
wide awake
eyes darting back and
forth
heart crashes like a wave
into
and into
and into my chest

i should be doing something
something
something

something

something

some—alarm goes off
it’s 3:30 AM

time to get ready for work
03202019
Kelsey Apr 2019
When worries creep into my mind,
I am trying to explore them like territories
Plot them on a map and create logical lines.

I am trying to not let them come to life:
Giving them teeth, giving them intuition,
Endlessly gnawing at my insides.
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