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 Aug 2017 Mya
Marietta Ginete
Dance
 Aug 2017 Mya
Marietta Ginete
I dream of dancing with you.
Although, I'm not exactly good at it.
I dream about just us two,
Dancing and moving together, sounds fun, I'll admit.

I would love to dance,
as long as it's with you.
I'd give dancing a chance,
if you taught me how to.

I'm sorry if I step on your feet.
I'm not the best dancer.
I'll try to move with the beat,
I'll distract you from her.
Dancing never really was my thing.
 Jul 2017 Mya
Apporva Arya
Numb
 Jul 2017 Mya
Apporva Arya
Those hands were supposed
To love me.
& That voice was supposed to
Heal me.
But every night when I sleep
I hope not to wake up ever.
So he has something to regret.
 Jun 2017 Mya
Poetic T
We miss many skips when jumping,
not realizing that they'd
       hung themselves on the old oak.

The playground was empty of smiles,
just mummified emotions
        buried within themselves.

Were just jumping off steps,
to the cold pavement awaiting us,
          Our tombstones of lives last jump
 Jun 2017 Mya
Zani
Blaze
 Jun 2017 Mya
Zani
A little bit of poetry and
A nice long blaze
That's what I call
The end of my day
 Apr 2017 Mya
Poetria
Do not build your house
upon the clouds
because while they look able
they fall apart
like the best of us
when their load amounts
to more than they were created for
they open up and pour
and feed the greens of the floor
and I know they sound
promising to visit
but I'll let you know
don't float too close
because they lose their brilliance
and are much more shallow
than the rain they pour
had you assuming
before.
Maybe live on a field in a place it's almost always raining; precipitation is just the fallen pieces of a cloud after all.
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