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 Jan 2018 Maloi
Danica
Douloureux
 Jan 2018 Maloi
Danica
Painful words ignites the soul
Don't take it back 'cause it's sore
Eating me up on my very core
Its already leave scars that you can't cure

Emotions and fears, lullaby with tears
Singing out loud with all of my peers
Dancing all night shouting it cheers!
Tonight I will drink till his memories fades!

Cheers!
 Nov 2016 Maloi
Stephan
Raining down
 Nov 2016 Maloi
Stephan


Here in this place where I once played,
midst memories now cast aside
The clouds my worthless life has made,
rain down in teardrops I have cried
Thank you to all of my friends here who have supported and encouraged me. I appreciate each and every one of you.  I hope I have shown you the same kindness you have always shown me. This will be my last for while, I need some time to figure out who I am and how I became that person. Thanks again.
 Oct 2016 Maloi
kailasha
homesick
 Oct 2016 Maloi
kailasha
I've heard people who are away from each other say-
"at least we're under the same sky"

but we're not,
because it doesn't rain here the way it does back home,
the sun isn't warm enough to tingle my bones.
the sky here bends to meet buildings and towers,
not the hills and mountains and their wonder

So I say-
*"but we're not. the sky here is different."
college life isn't as fun as i thought it'd be.
 Oct 2016 Maloi
Abigail Annette
Home
 Oct 2016 Maloi
Abigail Annette
they say "home is wherever I am
with you"

"home" is a building on a street that shelters you
but home is the planet we step on
our home is losing parts of itself that it will never get back
our home is sick
it's under the weather with climate change, global warming, air pollution
today, we appreciate our world
everyday, we should appreciate our world
save your home,
save our home.
I wanted to write about Earth bc I love it and want it to be happy and healthy. sorry it's sloppy!
 Sep 2016 Maloi
k
I stopped believing in myself
and everything else
the day I realized that love is like currency,
a currency that, despite my sincerest efforts, I have never been able to work hard enough to earn
One night I thought
About how simple the poems that I wrote
I rarely used difficult words and languages
Nor very deep phrases and sentences.

Then I realized that I was wrong in every way
For poems are complicated and never clear as the day
Poems are ideas that is hard to fathom
Feelings and emotions from the heart, from the very bottom.

It is the scribbles of the mind like an abstract art
The pouring of a broken and a beating heart
Poems are the mirrors of each and everyone's soul
So its form is always different, some whole and some with hole.

Idioms, metaphors or any style of writing
Isn't what make poems twistedly interesting
It is what the poet want to write about
Through the paper and ink 'til it finally runs out
just because
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