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How Do You Want to Die?

A Poem by: Danje E.B

How Do You Want to Die?
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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Boundaries

017 Day and night I think of you. Since the day I laid my eyes on you, Your features are engraved in my mind And my feelings for you are bound. When you smile, you take my breath away. When you laugh you made my mind disarray. I wanted to walk by your side, And in your arms, I want to reside. The way you bite your lips, And the way you hold my hips; Sends me electrifying feelings That feels like there's magic in my surroundings. I want to be with you in this lifetime And love you until the end o

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Colors of Youth

003 There are certain moments of our lives that we are the brightest. Moments that we are the bravest, persistent, and reckless. We fight for our friends, beliefs, values, love, and dreams. We gave it all, a fight of all or nothing is what it screams. Moments where we believed we can have both love and friendships, full of hopes, promises, plans and building relationships. Moments where we thought that would last forever, moments that we hoped to never end-ever. Laughters would echo on all four

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

The View From The Summit

010 Did you see that mountain's peak? It's so high and so hard to climb. I'm always behind its shadows and I'm so sick. But I am just me, So ordinary, I'm not strong. So I will not be able to climb that mountain peak. Did you see that high summit? I wonder how far my feet can take me there. But I'm just me, So mediocre, Far from strong. So I will not be able to step unto that summit. So I will just hide in its shadows, Never be able to see that sun ahead. I will just bury my self in my sorrows,

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Don't You Ever Love a Poet

015 Don't you ever love a poet for they are a fool. Playing with deep and flowery words to write their unexpressed emotion. They don't have anything to offer. They don't have money nor gigantic castle, They can't give you your desire nor your needs. Really, they are useless. Holding a pen day and night, Conquering things with all their might. Thinking bloody words to write, Setting the candle as the light In this darkness that blocks their sight. During this midnight's cold, A poem is mold. Emot

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

The Tattoo On My Ring Finger (Inspired from TXT's Song)

020 Together, we bought that shiny ring, our promises and dreams, on this piece of metal cling. The smiles and laughter that we shared, the warmth of your kisses and hugs are now lost in the maze's dead-end. Your traces are gone, vanished without a trace. All that's left is this mark on my ring finger that I always caressed. Your place beside the bed feels cold, I'm missing your smell, my life feels void. The tattoo on my ring finger is now a memory, a memory where you are mine in my every day.

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Jeremylxix

FreeWriting

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Shipwreck: Fragmented Destiny

006 With tattered parts and pieces, they patches each holes with the hope and spoken promises. The fragments of the ship shall be connected once again, to make the cruise float on the ocean's terrain. At the dock they rested, and on the unknown journey they got pasted; hesitating whether to continue sailing, or just crumble to the world's judgement and beating. The ocean's full of unknown, the things that yet to be accepted and known. So on the shore, they anchored, deciding to stop to go furthe

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Midnight Battles

027 12:49 AM. It's still vividly written in my mind, how my fingers twitched with pain, how the bitter coffee went down under my throat, how my eyes begged for rest, how my back shouts comfort, and how the lamp is holding on. Those memories during midnight. The memories of persevering to chase the deadlines, the memoir of studying for an upcoming recitation, the crumpled notes with an almost unreadable scribbles, and the pictures witnessed by the four walls of my room, will forever be locked ins

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Insomia

024 This shit is keeping me up all night, depriving of sleep and rest. Always making my eyes wide open, feeding the bags under it. It's already morning and my eyes are still open. The rooster's shouting loudly, a sign that morning is near. But I am still here, wide awake. I tried to close my eyes so I can enter into dreamland. But this shit is keeping me up, turning me into a living corpse the next day. My brain is chaotic and loud, always thinking of 'what if's' and future. It won't shut up no

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Wesani Letsoalo

FreeWriting

My anxiety

Some challenges lead us to anxiety but we survive

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Obsession

025 This couldn't be love, a pure feeling that everyone wanted to have. This isn't affection of a lover, but a shackle of an agonizer. Those intense eyes and stares, followed each movement with glares. Those protective gestures, were not of a gentlemanly manners. That feeling is empty, like a void paper treaty. It'll only look one sidedly, a feeling that will end in tragedy. The tales and folklore knew it all, it wasn't love but a pitfall. A dark desire to imprison, to own someone's beacon. It w

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Scent of Hiding

029 Friendly as she is, always gives advice and answers queries. She laughs at every tiny parody, smiles at every little thing---so silly. Her charm was her beauty, a beauty she was insecure and shaky. She attracts souls who need therapy, a normal occurrence of hers every day. Her confidence was seasonal, she's cold but lowkey emotional. But beneath those facades, a stash was hidden, full of worries with no endin'. Midnight was her sweet haven, a time when she was free and in heaven. In the dark

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Valiant

016 She's the girl full of glee, Each day she's smiling happily. She gives light to others' days, By her being bubbly. She's the girl full of dreams, In midnight cold she's burning her eyebrow on flame. She works hard to be the best, Even though it's hard she insists. She's the girl who is degraded by society, They say she dreams too big and is greedy. They said that she can't reach her goal, Because she's even lesser than a lump of coal. She's a girl who works with heart and passion, She proved

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Riya

FreeWriting

Voice of heart

In my life, There are so many pains.... Some of them are found by my own self, And others are the guests who are not invited..... Now, On my hands, I have a opportunity to prove myself... If I lose it, I will face the pain which hurt me more than the death.... If I may to hear a voice which motivate me by saying 'you can do it', That's enough for me.... When I hear that voice, My all problems will be buried under the earth.... When my eyes were changed as a year ocean, Then my heart said, Our ha

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Forbidden

012 I'm a fish with gills, And swimming is my skill. You're a bird with wings, With the air you do your thing. I'm always looking up at you, While you look down at me. No matter how hard I try to reach, I can't and end up hurt. I'll die if I go with you, Because I can't breathe above. You'll drown if you go with me, Because water is your weakness. No matter how hard we try, We can't be together and just end up hurting each other. For our love is forbidden. The love that shouldn't happen in the f

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

THE MOON'S REFLECTION

022 The mood above is as calm as always, the exact opposite of my heart's beatings. Its reflections on the clear waters make me feel closer to its bench, so close and just within my reach. And yet, it was far and beyond me, too far and impossible to hold his regime. I loved the moon, the calm and serene moon. But it was too much, too deep for me to atone. It would always belong somewhere, somewhere only the likes of it can enter. And I would just continue to look up at its supremity, ignoring th

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Kelvin writes

FreeWriting

IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Sunset

019 Oranges are scattered across the horizon, creating hues of gradient light in the zone. On the ocean, it'll come home and will sleep on its bosom. As the day comes to an end, it'll wave goodbye before it descends, leaving the dark as it takes a rest and parks. As the sky got covered in sentiment, like a beauty in predicament; may their hearts be at ease and wrap their day in peace. For although it symbolizes the end, where the day bid farewell and bend; there should also be another beginning,

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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Shipwreck

004 That one gallant ship, the one I rooted for. It was sailing flamboyantly, racing with the winds, cutting through the waves, and fighting the current. But now... That one gallant ship, that one gigantic sail, has already sank down under the water. Beneath the ocean's floor its debris' the only remains. Soon it'll fade into dust, leaving only its images in our memories. —Eirlysss💧

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