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 May 2020 Claudia
Shamela Yousuff
Deep inside the ocean,
beneath the rocks
there lies a beautiful soul
Not knowing whether
this world is right or wrong
Whether this world does
Justice to all or
Favors only a few,
Whether peace exist
In this earth or
Is it just a word
Found only in books
We all come to this earth not being aware of anything, just a pure soul. Later the circumstances and the people around you turn you into what you are now.....
From the book: 'Beautiful She Was'.
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 May 2020 Claudia
John White
I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.
 May 2020 Claudia
Luna Maria
I am lost in the dark
but maybe it is because
I close my eyes
since the sun
is too bright
sometimes we can’t see the positivity we are surrounded with
 May 2020 Claudia
Mrs Anybody
the words
of honesty,
of truth

burned
like hell
on my tongue

but i've
always loved
the smell
of fire

so i
didn't care
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 Apr 2020 Claudia
Jiya
i want to tell you.
i really do.
i'd love to spill my secrets, my issues to you.
yet i can't comprehend it.
i can't communicate it to you.
and the fact you could leave me.
it makes my heart a tearful blue.
you already look at me as if i'm broken.
what do i have to lose?
i want to tell you.
i really do.
yet i can't cope with the fact.
the fact your presence may fade.
vanish without a trace.
except you'd still have that key.
the key that can unlock the darkness in my brain.
this poem is in honour of my teacher who wants me to know that i can talk to him. but it's nearing the end of the year and he may not be my teacher next year. i fear that if i tell him too much i won't be able to cope that next year he might be wandering around with the burden of my thoughts i selfishly put on him without being able to do much to help me. and that i won't be able to connect with another teacher like i have with him. so, in general, this poem isn't really about telling him about my issues. it's about the fact that i might lose his presence in my life and that he's one of the last things that's keeping me sane. this poem is about loss. XD sorry for the mini rant i just needed to get this out there y'know.

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