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We were both born, we met
each other and it was
pleasant; more than pleasant.
We fell in love, got married, stayed together,
started a family and it was
lovely; more than lovely.
We went back to school,
moved around, got old,
retired, and eventually died
in our sleep.
But for such a deadpan remembrance
of our lives, there was
so much
love love love,
there was
so much, and I...
And I always
wake up, and you are not there.
each other and it was
pleasant; more than pleasant.
We fell in love, got married, stayed together,
started a family and it was
lovely; more than lovely.
We went back to school,
moved around, got old,
retired, and eventually died
in our sleep.
But for such a deadpan remembrance
of our lives, there was
so much
love love love,
there was
so much, and I...
And I always
wake up, and you are not there.
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S. Note
S. Note
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
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I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake ev
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[Im]Perfect
That girl over there,
Who is spoken about behind her back
About her flashy clothes,
Her ego as large as the universe.
Yet no one knows this is her only way of becoming that perfect person
She's always dreamt of being.
That boy, who fools around while playing sports,
Falling, tripping, knocking into other people on purpose,
Just to get a laugh out of the class.
Yet no one knows that he is ignored at home,
And being the class clown is his only way of receiving attention.
That girl, with dyed hair the color of blood,
And too many bracelets to count on her arms,
With a mask of a smile always on her face.
Yet no one knows of the sca
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Ovid Kafka
These streetlights are burning bushes-
Laudanum lamps.
These veins are roadmaps home from Narnia,
They are badly battered blood cells
Making a break for it.
Headphone induced deafness
Makes this world so still and serene.
There are no stars.
This is suburbia.
Every tree is an underdog,
A freedom fighter,
Guerilla greenery burst through concrete.
Born from the grey to compete with the high rises.
You are beautiful like pirouettes in parking lots
By some guys who thought no one was watching.
Like kicking a habit in the fucking teeth.
Your smile makes me think of molars to curbs,
Bodies to bricks.
Consecrating unions with the g
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Something I just came up with quickly today. A little rough, in my opinion, I plan on pumping out one of those narrative poems everyone likes pretty soon too
Just realized that this works great for heart-of-poetry's "dream" prompt as well
Added the middle stanza, hopefully that smooths everything a bit more
Just realized that this works great for heart-of-poetry's "dream" prompt as well
Added the middle stanza, hopefully that smooths everything a bit more
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nice!!!