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There's nothing I cannot be
I can pretend I am rich
Or young, or anyone
But me
But that doesn't work
With poetry
It strips me bare
For all to see
In a poet eye
Text are always dancing
To an invisible rhythm
Even the static figures
Keeps jumping up and down
Seeing through many lens
Lens changing with every step
I can't place my hand on it, what brings words into your head
 Feb 2021 nicetomeetyou
marie
mom look! im falling asleep
in his arms, travelling through his dreams
mom im falling asleep
please, please cant you see?

im happy mom, im happy.
dont cry, but smile for me
i dont like to see u like this
remember me just a bit

cause we ll meet again.
i promise. ill be waiting
but for now, just keep smiling
cause finally, my pain is fading
i dont even remember writing this but here we are ig
 Feb 2021 nicetomeetyou
Strying
I wonder if when I die
Someone will find comfort in the poems I write
That when I reach a peace
They too can see some sort of calm in the distance

Like a withering light
A flickering spark
It's fleeting
But enough for you to walk through the tunnel.
I wish my poems to be found after I die, although it's kinda a violation of privacy since I don't write these in my own name, I want to make a difference in the world even if it's just through language.
I recently found an author named Sylvia Plath and im absolutely amazed, yall
should check her out :)
Today i feel....
Abandond
Ugly
Hurt
Like i dont matter
Useless
Invisible
Like i dont belong
Numb
Not worthy of love
Unappreciated
Hopeless

Wait i feel like this everydayđź’”
#just wanna die
With my cocked head

Tilted towards the sunset

I watch the lonely day die
God, your words are lovely
they fall about me like confetti
they are a celebration
a happy song
I am the bride
dressed in white
a celebration
your words are lovely
yet empty
celebrate your words
they are empty
like a bride lost
in confetti
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