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WRITE ON
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Midnight conversations at the end of the world

By

Noah M

AGE

18

Noah M
00:00 / 02:06
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let the poet out more, noah

let him breathe

                      

Omg, that metaphor is so powerful Jess

In all honesty I'll try my best 💖


I thought it would be useful

                               

The potential is overwhelming

It makes me feel like drowning

The streets are flushed in floods

like our red cheeks full of blood

Outside, I know it's cold

so I stay in here, growing old

and since the world goes on without me

what does that say about me?

I try to save the world, to find my way

but I can hardly make it through the day


who are you without me?

you never care for what I need


I'm caught up in your butterfly pashes


like a dust bunny in my lashes


Lipstick smears, big red dashes


time will leave us to the ashes


Would you ever care for what I see?


do you ever stare into a black sea

and watch in despair as the world bleeds

when all is red and fiery

yours is the place where I'll be


The world's not over, it isn't, it's not


then why are the capitals covered in rot

diplomatic heretics lost the plot

stole the land, banned the pot


But it's still not over, it isn't, it's not


I'm tired of optimistic nihilism


I'm tired I'm locked up in this schism


there's no escaping this prison system


I'm not finished until I've finished my sentence

I'm one word away from a massive decision

Go change the world, it's our one mission


I have to agree, but is that all you've got?


The world's not over, it isn't, it's not.

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