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Nicole May 2020
Love got lost
In the sea of sorrow
And hopes were crushed
Like there's no tomorrow

Everything changed
That one midnight of summer
When I confessed my undying love
But you replied with "I love her."
Grey May 2020
How can something that once had great power over me,
Now means nothing?
The same thing I used to cry over
Because I wanted it so bad,
Now means nothing.

The man I once loved
I now see for what it was...

Nothing.
Amanda Kay Burke May 2020
It is a brand new year
Time refreshing once more
I wonder what changes lie ahead
What 2020 has in store
I wrote this at the beginning of the year obvs haha
Time, an ever flickering flame
Makes you wonder where you stand,
If there was any other way around
To control it, mend it, change it
So that it won't rebound
The vibrations of time make you astound
It hasn't been kind, you say
Another minute, an hour, a day, an year you thought was there to stay
You didn't know when it flew by
I guess we'll wait for some time until this storm subsides...


Are we all meant to walk a path or should we strive for changing it?
And in turn, changing ourselves, with this passage of time
Pondering about the past and future from where you stand is itself a crime
So are we the criminals or were we robbed of time?


A moment of pleasure, a moment of pain
Ever wondered what's the last stop for this train?
Dust of the future, landing upon us today
The chaos and havoc of the present making your plans sway
Is it time for a change?
Is there any other way around it?

Time, for ever-flickering, is also ever-changing
Changes for the good and the bad
There's no hiding, but maybe we're on track
To drive the winds of change
By embracing them ourselves from the inside
Devoting it towards self-growth and development
Maybe we'll mentally hold on to that idea while letting destiny drive us
Towards a brighter future or a bitter end.

Move on, all alone, if you have to
There's all too much of this agony
The world is suffering but what's there left for you
Let that drive you towards creating a difference
And march closer towards your victory...

As I climb, as I rise high looking down upon the vibrant haze
I'm preparing myself for the next phase...
-elixir- May 2020
The infant peers out,
of the window
as it soars high up in the sky.

Introduced by those,
who beget her,
into the land of opportunity.

the years passed by,
infant to toddler to a young adult,
cradled by this lavish land.

The memories with her folks,
the life engrained in her blood,
as she prepares to soar.

With a heavy heart,
she vacates her second
home, with hope for better.

Alas, there she peers out,
of the same window, for the last time
as that life becomes a memory.
As I think about it, it was probably the most sweetest time of my childhood up to teenagehood.
Nishant Rawat Apr 2020
I'm not afraid of commitment.
I'm afraid of is you having resentment.
I'm not afraid of us fighting.
I'm afraid of us never amending.
I'm not afraid of us changing.
I'm afraid of us not prevailing.
I'm not afraid of living rough.
All I'm afraid of is not being enough.
This is what I'm afraid of
Psychostasis Apr 2020
Someone once said I was a fanatic of escapism
That I would never find peace if I never stopped moving
But let me ask you;
Can you name a creature that doesn't move?

Trees grow
They shake with the wind, and shower all below them with leaves
Further cementing their carved throne as the elders of our planet

Mushrooms, dogs, lizards, fish
I could name creatures and organisms that 'move' for days
I could give you a fact about each of them
And teach you why darwinism has blessed that specific species with its touch

They said I'm an escapist
Someone who runs from trouble and problems
Or maybe from life itself
Or maybe in circles
I say
When you're a pine tree in a green house there is no such thing as escapism

There's drive to live and acceptance of demise
The only two forms of black and white that's even remotely close to the chessboard you're picturing
My drive to live isn't escapism

So when my branches break your windows,
When my canopy and height topples this ceramic plated greenhouse,
Dont you dare say it was an escape attempt.
I didn't escape. I didn't even leave.
I did as a pine tree does
And I Grew.
Closing my eyes to enter a new planet
and explore all that comes my way
wearing clothes that are perfectly fit me
moving ahead to watch what the people say

Early in the morning comes out the sun always
Bright and dim are two games it plays
puts a smile on its face as it gives out light
the moon beautifully overcomes it at night

To add to the brightness of the moon
comes a collection of shiny stars
that grace the night with their appearances as well
as maybe also fulfil wishes that were someday ours
Here's a little wordplay on the days that turned to nights.
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