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Let me take you by the hand
Lead you to my wonderland
Where  we all are equal!
We the people,  make
We the people,  break.
This world is what we make of it.

Shell✨🐚
One world with humans.
At four-thirty this afternoon,
In the sky I saw a bright full moon,
There were no stars around,
no clouds,
no sun -
Day moon was the only one.

I’m sure she came out this early,
To see what the world was really like,
she couldn’t see so well,
with stars
at night -
Despite shining all her light.
Kiss me oh kiss me
Please do oh what should I do
Sweetheart all I want is a special kiss
From a woman who's truly beautiful as you.
In the ocean of the mind,
Must lie a sea of fantasy,
Imaginations of every kind,
Of love and pain and ecstasy.
The star had shone all night with zest,
And now it’s time for it to rest,
For it is early morn,
Another day is born,
The tired star has done its best.
limerick
I wonder if when I die
Someone will find comfort in the poems I write
That when I reach a peace
They too can see some sort of calm in the distance

Like a withering light
A flickering spark
It's fleeting
But enough for you to walk through the tunnel.
I wish my poems to be found after I die, although it's kinda a violation of privacy since I don't write these in my own name, I want to make a difference in the world even if it's just through language.
I recently found an author named Sylvia Plath and im absolutely amazed, yall
should check her out :)
 Feb 2021 Colourful Windmill
Tess
People come and go
But u stayed....
People leave u broken
But u mended....
People hurt ur soul
But u loved.......
People don't care,
But u cared....
People break ur trust
But u maintained...
People faked their love
But u truly did....
It was my fault to not see that
I was the one wrong here....
Soo I am truly sorry....
From the bottom of my heart.
Once there was a girl.
She makes the world shine.
But if only the world could see what she could really see.
She was afraid of what the world would be.
She even hated saying the word 'afraid'.
This world has many terrifying results of what she thinks.
Maybe she could wonder, "Will I ever overcome this world?"
 Feb 2021 Colourful Windmill
32x
im "the happy friend"

the "happy friend" isnt supposed to rely on drugs for happiness

the "happy friend" isnt supposed to wake up everyday, and wish they still were dreaming

the "happy friend" isnt supposed to be the mediator of family fights

the "happy friend" isnt supposed to avoid looking at themselves at certain angles

the "happy friend" isnt supposed to constantly **** in their tummy- making sure they're still paper thin

the "happy friend" isnt supposed to lay in bed- tears welling in their eyes

the "happy friend" isnt supposed to feel the constant weight of the universe resting on their chest

why would i feel that

after all

i am the "happy friend"
Mom,
It is a different kind of pain
It is a different kind of sadness
It is a different kind of happiness
It is a different kind of excitement
It is a different kind of crying
It is all different than what you think...
I am in more pain then you will ever know. But I will continue to keep saying it until you believe how different I really am.
This is my first poem and I'm kind of scared
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