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CharaWard
CharaWard
Isolation feels like a cold word, Maybe that’s why stand here alone in my frigid iceberg A prison far worse than Albatross could ever be A place where there is every type of lock But not a single key Permafrost bars cage A person so frozen Yet blazing with rage I am surrounded by people But they are only reminders That my stay is not peaceful Isolation is a disease, But everyone but the person infected Dies away. A virus that is perfected It targets not the physical But the mental state Sanity dropping at critical rate It really is parasitical! Isolation is a cold-hearted sickness, But there is warmth and a cure. Permafrost can be melted And diseases endured. Find your fire And burn through those bars Because once you find who melts the iceberg You find who you really are.
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
Isolation
Freedom means the right to do the right thing not the wrong.
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 10:31 PM UTC
12w Freedom
Maybe, just Maybe I never kept conversation Cause I couldn’t find words. Maybe, Just Maybe I left   Cause being there hurt. Maybe, just Maybe I was never angry, Just disappointed. Maybe, just maybe I didn’t deserve your friendship But I was appointed. Maybe, Just Maybe I wanted to say sorry But I couldn’t let myself Maybe, Just Maybe I was ready to But then you left Maybe, Just Maybe I regret my words Not finding better things to say But I know for certain that I'll miss you Now that you’re on your way
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Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
Maybe, Just Maybe
it’s here, the place of rest the paradise and relief from homework and stress no piles of paper full of numbers I detest you can’t test me anymore even though this me at my best well, more or less forget the method of guess and check cause I’m checking off the word vacation can’t fight the sensation of peace here’s a piece of advice don’t let the sun come up and you’re not smiling cause it’s only three months before sheet piling. don’t waste time deciding the world’s inviting you to take a chance start those lessons in dance then salsa over to the capital of France break a baguette with romance go on and advance take the gift cause you only have 88 days to make a difference
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
Summer!!
The unexplainable, bubbling sensation, Of staring at a blank doc searching. They call it young writer’s frustration But I call it creativity yearning, For answers that can’t be found. The longer I look the harder it gets. Isn’t it profound, The more I see the more I forget. That I’m a writer with skill, With the pen as my powerful weapon. Yet I lack the will, To get the last two lines of this poem done.
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
The Struggle
Don’t care too much about what people say about you.
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
Dear Younger Me (10w)
What is it that makes you stand out from the others, What makes you come before your brothers. Yellow, green and Blue, Seem like nothing compared to you. You tell me when to stop and where to exit. I use you to highlight things so I don’t forget them. My school colors are your crimson. Your color makes my backpack glisten. How would I live if you were taken away! No more Red Delicious apples or Red paint! The world would be bland if you went missing. So for you to never leave is what I’m wishing.
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
The Color Red
Do think before you act, Don’t let your actions negatively affect others thoughts. Do believe the world can be a better place, Don’t be pessimistic. Do keep your word. Don’t make your words hurt other people. Do help others. Don’t make the person you helped feel like they owe you something. Do try and better yourself. Don’t beat yourself up. Do try your hardest, Don’t overwork yourself. Do listen to good advice. Don’t let that good advice not be put into action.
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
Do, Don't
The thing I wear when I’m depressed. The thing I wear under stress. When I’m angry I go to the mask’s caress. I cradle my emotions in a nest. Only to later have them thrown off my chest. But still I go back to the mask’s concealing crest. The mask’s magic is deceiving It convinces me that hiding my emotions brings healing. But listen now, listen don’t wait! If wear the mask you will have it’s fate. Sooner or Later and don’t forget, The mask will make you do something you’ll regret.
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
The Mask
Be careful what you say, because people are always watching.
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
10w