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 Sep 2017 Nooraay
Antonio Juarez
I found,
In you,
A room
I can
Never return
To.

A line
Of stars
Where the
Ceiling meets
The wall,

There in
The room
With the
Ocean town.
This refers to my childhood home. It discusses the impermanence of innocence, and the complete inability to return to it in its true state, but also the phenomenon of discovering love for someone who can reflect a feeling of safety and comfort that you experienced as a child. The room in my childhood home was lined with plastic glow-in-the-dark stars, and had a hand painted mural of a seaside town. There is a last verse, added a day after writing the poem, that I am not fond of, and so I took it out. But it reads:

"And like
The room
You seem
To fade
The more
I think

About you"

While technically relevant, the theme of longing and loneliness in the last stanza is not shared with the rest of the poem, and it was very obviously not written at the same time. However, the last stanza does bring up the interest fact that even though i will always have a positive memory of the room, and of her, considering happy memories is not always a positive experience because memories fade, and their perfection becomes forced, and people gain the ability to fall out of love when not exposed to it for long periods of time.
 Sep 2017 Nooraay
Ahzam k
Reminder
 Sep 2017 Nooraay
Ahzam k
Existence is pain, everything is a lie.
Nobody exsist on purpose,
Everything has to die.
No, I'm not depressed,
Or even distressed.
Just full of anger, hate, and regret.
Wish I could go and finally rest.
Yet I stay awake feeling pain in my chest,
From broken promises and ****** stress.
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 Sep 2017 Nooraay
Mark Lecuona
I want to be loyal to you
But not to the color of your skin
Or where your ancestors have been
I only want to know if your heart is true

And if it is kind to another
I will know you to be my friend
And my heart will finally let you in
Because you will no longer be a stranger
 Sep 2017 Nooraay
oguh stanley
She is the beauty of the day
Her smile opens the noon
Her laughter brightens the night.

She is the first beauty that bestowed my eyes
Her warm smile greeted my face in first sight
Her eyes are the spectre of bliss.

When she laughs, the world ***
Her face has the rainbow' colours
I will write my name on her temple.

Her smile is the stillness of life rage
A calm ambience of warming tenderness
Calm enough to hear the whispers of angels.

She is the verses of poetry on my lips
Edifying humans future through purity
She is love to whom love is love to.

Her tongue is the seas and the oceans of truth
The golden cherubem clothed in holiness
A juicy saint created beyond description.

Her heart as immaculate as the white horses of the sky
A cushion of love that house me till eternity calls
She hold the key to the inner court of me.

She is the beauty of the day I was born
She a mother, a teacher; and a mediator
Standing between me and my chi above.

If you see mother at the market square
Tell her that her son is writing a letter;
A letter that will change her life forever.

If you come face to face with her
Tell her she is a demi-god
Adored In the eyes of her son.
 Sep 2017 Nooraay
Alexandra Faith
Some days its a little too much
All the hurt and pain seems to come back all at once.
She closes her eyes and takes a breath and he reminds her again...
babe you are enough. There's none like you, your smile as big as the vastness of the twilight, eyes of the utmost crystal blue. Don't let anyone get you down there's none that I will ever love like I have loved you.
 Sep 2017 Nooraay
josh wilbanks
Being suicidal doesn't mean i'm going to **** myself

Being suicidal is having this unexplicable ache while you're living

It's waiting for your life to end, and wishing you didn't have to carry on

Having this ache, an incapability to feel happy living, doesn't mean that I am going to **** myself -

It just means I wouldn't mind dying.
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