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  Jan 20 MarvelMe
Robin Lemmen
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk
  Jan 17 MarvelMe
Wanderer
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
  Jan 5 MarvelMe
Ashari Ty

Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)
  Dec 2018 MarvelMe
Isabel Costa
There will be gloomy days when
you will look back at your old self
and think about this one choice you made that
changed your life in many ways
You will think about the day you decided to leave
You left family and friends behind
hoping to find a better future on the other side
You were young and naïve
you were that quiet kid that
no one thought could ever leave
yet, on that September 6th 2013
holding hands with Fear and Hope
you boarded a plane that took you miles away

There will be gloomy days when
you will wonder why
on that day Fear didn’t pull you aside
and tell you that life
wasn’t going to be as bright on the other side
You will wonder why that quiet kid
had this strong need to leave
You will look back in sadness
and grieve the loss of those happy times you took for granted
You will be drinking the same coffee
mum used to make you on a Saturday morning
and you will be listening to those songs
dad used to play in the car on a Sunday afternoon
You will grieve what it feels like a loss
of those you have always loved

It’s on these days that you will feel alone the most

Inside your head it will be as dark as the sky
on a rainy winter afternoon
and your eyes will be as heavy as grey clouds
ready to let the rain pour down

It’s on these days that you will grieve the most

Though, they say there is always calm after a storm
and no matter how brief it can be
you will eventually find some peace
and it’s within this peace that
you will find the strength to remember that
not everything is as gloomy as it seems
It’s within this peace that
you will honour that quiet kid
who is no longer as quiet as she used to be
and it’s within this peace that
you will celebrate her new life as a fearless kid
MarvelMe Dec 2018
What lurks in the shadows
What stays out of your sight

The beast lurks
It's patient
It's agile

It's eyes
Has a cold stare
Has a trembling glare

The darkness
isn't behind you
but sleeps inside you
12/10/18
MarvelMe Dec 2018
Stay strong and carry on
Your life will be long

Some days might be bright
Others will be filled with blight
Just don't give up the fight

No one great had no sacrifice
I know you can do great this life

You're amazing and I'm glad I know you
Just don't let the world get you blue
Push and you'll always make it through
motivation to keep going!
MarvelMe Nov 2018
Looking into your eyes
I see your burdens and cries
So cold like the moon
Trying to hide in your cocoon

Looking into your eyes
I see behind your lies
In the dark moonlight
You're drained of your might

Looking into your eyes
I feel you agonize
I see so many cracks
You can't hide behind acts

Looking into your eyes
Emotionally paralyzed
No one can recognize
Hiding behind a disguise
Life full of lies
No wisdom from the wise
Can no longer harmonize
Wanting to eulogize

Can't hide what's behind my eyes
They say your eyes are the window to the soul.
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