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 Nov 2019 Wilbur
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my parents taught me
opposites don’t just attract
they also connect

.
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
Gabriel
November 20
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
Gabriel
As the call ended
So did we
Between our phones
Not only the connection broke
But also the hearts,
that were connected as well
Marker
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
Isaac
irony
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
Isaac
shatter your heart first
so it won’t be broken

trade your soul first
so it won’t get stolen

take your life first
so it won’t get ruined
Humans are weird.
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
Vic
Note 247:
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
Vic
It might not be the right thing to do,
But it's the thing I wanna do.
And even though it would be better for me,
I can't live knowing I had this option too.
A poem every day.
17-11-19
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
Sophie
2am
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
Sophie
2am
Whisper the words in my ear
2am and we won't sleep, too bad!

Tell me your worse kinda fear
2am and we won't sleep, too bad!

You can cry if you want to
Make me your refuge
2am and we won't sleep, too bad!

I feel your heart beat on my skin
I feel the energy deep within
I know what you're hiding,
Let me in!!

It 2am and we won't sleep, too bad!

                          2am
deep in the sheets of your bed.
I hope when we move in together, 2am will be our time...
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
N
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 Nov 2019 Wilbur
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Blood is red
Veins are blue
Mix the two colors together,
and they will leave a bruise
The knife is purple too. Sometimes black.
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
R B M
Stain glass window
Broken on the chapel floor
Sometimes I wonder
If it's even worth it anymore

Every day a new rock is thrown
But all I see is the color fragments
Hit by the rising sun
To show me there is something to gain from all this pain

This world has about a million ways to get me down
A million ways to make me frown
Yet even after the rock has been thrown
The stain glass window's beauty still shows

This beautiful stain glass window
Shattered all around
Still shows its color
Still shows the sun

Stain glass window
Broken on the chapel floor
Looks like Hell
But still shows Heaven

Broken but beautiful
Stain glass window
Stain glass window
Broken but beautiful
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
R B M
I heard you said that I was pretty,
But it was obviously a mistake.
How could a guy like you
Have feelings for me?
I'm not cool or good looking.
Not funny or slimming.
Nor am I formal,
Half the time I'm just trying to be normal.

I get the feeling that you're proud of me,
Are you wrong, too?
I'm not as smart as the smartest kids,
But not as average as the averages.
No one ever notices me try and do something,
So how'd you figure that you noticed my nothings?
'Cause last time I checked, I was a bore.
When I talked to you, you walked toward the door.

I see that you are smiling at me,
Those white pearls showing.
That doesn't make much sense to me
Because no one likes me the way I am.
I've had fake friends before,
But this seems real as well as odd.
I'm too closed up and definitely too weird.
Too different for anyone as normal as you with all your previous nasty sneers.

This is weird,
It just isn't right.
No one can love me,
At least not the way I am.
I just wish I could see what is fake and what is real,
Because now I don't know how to feel.

You liking me,
That's just not right,
It doesn't make sense,
And it makes me confused.

That's just not right
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
R B M
A line of 100 little girls on the shore
All have a heart that’s torn
Fighting their own civil war
But don’t know what their standing for

Some are fighting for affection
Maybe a few stand for perfection
A load trying to make corrections
One or two just hate their inner reflection

A line of 100 little girls all cry and bawl
All cut from the same shawl
Broken pieces of the same doll
Bricks from the same wall

Some are tattered
Maybe a few are shattered
A load feeling splattered
One or two are completely battered

A line of 100 little girls all broken
Feeling chosen
Until their hearts feel stolen
Crashing from the same moment.

Some are there because they were bad
Maybe a few are there because they were sad
A load that felt mad
One or two felt glad

A line of 100 little girls with stones above their head
They’re all dead
They’ve gone to bed
More to come, just hanging by a thread

Some couldn’t hold on
Maybe a few just wanted to be gone
A load that didn’t want to see another dawn
One or two were just withdrawn

A line of 100 little girls’ graves
Stuck in my heart’s darkest caves
Chaining my limbs like slaves
Let me drown in the crashing waves.
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
R B M
I Am Here
 Nov 2019 Wilbur
R B M
I am here, sitting in the center of the tornado.
Everything moving quickly.
I am here, while noise fills up the room all at once
But nothing said goes unheard to me.

I am here, and everything around seems so happy
While I am here, feeling the weight of the world.
I’m here, while everything seems so bright
Yet I’m still stuck in a deep dark pit.

I am here…
Here I am…
Am I here…?
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