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 Mar 2020 Isabella
Jason
When the dark comes creeping
And the night feels strong
When the stars can’t guide you
I will come along
I’ll be your greatest hero
I will 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 you from the harm
I shall still your frightened tremble
And will bring your heart to calm

For the night has many terrors
Yes the lack of light is hard
It plays on all emotions
It can leave you battle scared
But you must trust me lady
For tonight will soon sail passed
And you my dear will be with me
Your colours tied to my mast
 Mar 2020 Isabella
Vale Luna
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
 Mar 2020 Isabella
GaryFairy
We fell like the leaves
I blew away with the wind
a warm heart only believes
that love will never end

i should have known
there would come a day
when winds would blow
and birds would fly away

a bare branch heaves
swinging in the wind
indian summer deceives
the cold is setting in
 Mar 2020 Isabella
Sushmita
I lost
 Mar 2020 Isabella
Sushmita
Opportunities I lost
Only to get better ones later,

Fake friends I lost
Only to get real ones later,

Games I lost
Only to practice harder,

Time I lost
Only to know it's importance better,

Well, Everything I lost
Only to get something better.

~ S.G
15th March 2020
small words,
many meanings.
while mindset got worse,
I got more feelings.
need my mind to search for rhymes.
felt sad and happy, too many times.
I’m using a pencil to shine brighter
a little text to feel a bit nicer.
don’t know where I’m going,
just trying to keep growing.
this is a poem about a poem.
after a few words I feel lighter.
I’m not an artist, I’m just a writer.
- gio, 30.11.2019
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