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 Sep 2018 Jermon
Helena
For my best friend, Naomi

like yellow flowers
on faded dreams
you came to me
gently,
with the soothing voice
of a sweaty spring
thank you, old friend
for being able to be
dark enough to see
the hidden light
in me

i will not go into the times we shared
asphyxia and summer air
juxtaposed to form
an inseparable pair

who am I, old friend
when the ship´s horn blares
if you made me who I am
(if you made me scarce)

like yellow flowers
on faded dreams
you left me
softly, without
any warning of
the lack of color
(there would be)
without your splendor
 Sep 2018 Jermon
Carina
Lying embedded in velvet gloom and night,
You and I are gazing up the northern hemisphere.
Within the sea of darkness is the stars' stained light.

Hidden inside the fabric of interstellar space,
Might be a kind of universal truth
That answers all the questions of human race.

Sensing the pull of the universe
I feel like we're lost between the infinite vastness
That none of us could ever dream to traverse.

Suddenly you get up on your knees -
Head in the sky and feet on the ground.
“Perhaps the stars only made us feel lost,
because we both wanted to be found.”
Maybe we all are just waiting to be found:)
 Sep 2018 Jermon
Denise Uy
We're really just trees
We can grow
Sprout out new leaves
We can be tall
Our trunks are not weak
We could break
Filed smooth and neat
We could break and still be amazing people even if we're not the same anymore.  :)
 Sep 2018 Jermon
Isaac
When perspective comes, you see
you exist far along the family tree.
Adam and Eve would agree.

When perspective comes, you see
you exist far back in history.
Future mankind would agree.

When perspective comes, you see
you should be living each day in glee.
Those in Hades would agree.

When perspective comes, you see
you can rejoice in who God made you to be.
All other creatures would agree.
Written 31 August 2018
 Aug 2018 Jermon
Bella
Her heart is but a song
Played out of tune
Her soul is but a train
On the wrong track

She is yet to discover
That life is but a test
Never to know the answers
She will always pass the test
The ******* a magic carpet ride through life.
 Aug 2018 Jermon
Bella
Her Emotions
 Aug 2018 Jermon
Bella
Her hear like glass,
Broken of course.
Her skin like paper,
Cuts so smoothly.
Her mind like thorns,
It hurts to think.
Her eyes like rain,
For it never stops pouring.
Her soul on fire,
Because she burns inside.
A poem of a girl’s emotions when no one is looking.
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