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 Jan 2018 Sam
Bayler Egdorf
Death
 Jan 2018 Sam
Bayler Egdorf
Is anyone really alive? Or are we just figments of each other’s imagination, we smell, taste, and feel, and it all seems real but is it really?
 Jan 2018 Sam
TinyATuin
Glass
 Jan 2018 Sam
TinyATuin
There's this glass cylinder full of water
inside my chest
it quivers and shakes lately
when people talk
and try to reach out
and touch
threatening to break and spill
green seaweed and red and goldfish
from my eyes down to my feet
to tangle around my ankles
and disappear into the shower drain
till I find new ones
 Jan 2018 Sam
Merida
Write Me A Poem
 Jan 2018 Sam
Merida
I want you to express all things,
That always produces sound like a bell rings.
I want you to make an emblem,
And that is to write me a poem.

Write me a poem
About how you met me sudden
How your smile left me hangin'
Like I'm in a garden
Stunned with butterflies flyin'

Write me a poem
How we fought at 2 am
Leaving the house in burden
Like crying for a lost gem
Wishing that never happened.

Write me a poem
How you tried to make me smile
Just to forgive your crying eyes
Even if your effort takes a mile
You never said goodbye.

I want to hear your voice
That always produces melody
Even if to others it's a noise,
But for me it's an exquisite harmony.

Think of me
Like a precious gem,
And you'll see,
You can write me a poem.
I wish someone would write me a poem.
 Jan 2018 Sam
rebecca hunter
Muse-ic
 Jan 2018 Sam
rebecca hunter
What is the universal language?
Is it not music? That soothes and amuses,
That inspires us to movement,
That paints a picture of a thousand words,
That when it’s heard, can move us to love.

Music so expressive, it can make you weep
Sounds so smooth, they can help you sleep.
And what about marches that propel armies,
Keeping their feet as one, with the beat?

A beat that throbs deep in your heart
And calls you apart, to dance or to revolution –  
The revolution of the soldier,
Or the revolution of the ballerina’s toes.
Who knows what has been done by the song you have sung
It has called, it has touched, it has moved
Like a bell, it has rung.

But let it love, not hate
Let it not be sung too late
And remember that all can hear it
So draw people near with it

You don’t need a rehearsal
To speak the universal language of music- Just use it!
 Jan 2018 Sam
Lin
Why?
 Jan 2018 Sam
Lin
Why do I write?
Write about what makes me cry?
Write about how I constantly lie?
Write about, how on the inside,
I die sometimes?
Is it for empathy?
For someone to cry for me?
Is it to vent?
Into words that kinda fit?
Is it to let go?
Maybe to make the growth
Of these feelings slow?
Who knows?
I just write
About what makes me cry
And how I constantly lie
And how, on the inside,
I die sometimes.
I just go with the flow
And hope I can grow
Or at least make these feelings slow.
A question that maybe nobody knows. Do you know?
 Jan 2018 Sam
Lin
Truce
 Jan 2018 Sam
Lin
Tonight
There are no winners
Nor are there losers
Tonight
We have a truce
We are not scared
But we aren’t brave
We are no longer empty
But not quite full
We aren’t screaming in pain
But we aren’t laughing from relief
Tonight is a truce
No side won
Nor did one loose
For tonight
We are between
Darkness and light
Not feeling terrible but not feeling great. Everything seems level after all this time.
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