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 Jan 2018 Sen
Thomas King
How am I
To live a meaningful life
In a world full of misery
Inhumanity and strife

To dodge all the pitfalls
That lead us all to sin
Knowing good and well
It’s a battle we’ll never win

How am I
To be able to cope
In a society full racism
And a world who’s lost hope

To be reassured of a future
Where mankind still has a place
On this planet we have treated
With devastation and disgrace

How am I
To teach my children to cope
To surpass my expectations
Is there even still hope?

Will they be left with a planet
***** and poisoned beyond repair
A wasteland of religious hatred
Do we even really care?

How are “WE”
As a species expect to survive
If we all continue with the mind set
That only “MY” race and religion
Deserve to be alive.
 Dec 2017 Sen
Brittany Smith
If each of us were born unique,
Why do we try to be the same,
If this world was made with meaning,
Why do we treat it like a game,
Why do we define our value,
When we look at our reflection,
As we change our bodies in ways,
The world has taught us is perfection,
Why wait in line for iPhones,
And wear clothes we can’t afford,
Why are we competing with each other,
When there is no grand award,
We need to stop and remember,
Even though we all are human,
That a mirror shows just skin,
And is only an illusion.
 Dec 2017 Sen
Thomas King
Stuck in this place
Full of empty space
Where the deafening silence
Awaits a verbal embrace

Just one utterance of hope
To be given the strength to cope
And I will unwind the noose
From the end of my rope

Just one ray of light
To regain my sight
To be able to be set free
From all of the anger and fright

Unable to bear
This mask of shame I now wear
To keep living this lie
That anyone will even care

But now it’s too late
My feet now fully off the crate
And my body is now free
From my minds loathing and self hate
 Dec 2017 Sen
this is how i have chosen to show my love for you
i wrote you a poem
i haven't written in so long
that spiders have claimed their home
at the crook of my right palm
i try not to pick a pen up
just so i won't disturb them
but this is how i have chosen to show my love for you
i want to write you a poem
although i have forgotten every stored metaphor
every beautiful way to say,
'you are like the sun on a rainy day'
and i can't seem to remember
all the comforting ways to say,
'i want to be there for you'
you see, this is how i have chosen to show my love for you
i will write you a poem
because i have never really been good
at saying the right thing at the right time
but somehow
i have discovered the Lost and Found
between my mouth and my hands
where the words i have lost on my lips
have been found on my fingertips
this is how i have chosen to show my love for you
i want to tell you
you don't have to be alone
and carrying heavy things is always easier
with someone else to help lift the weight
don't you think that the world is too heavy
to be carried all on your own shoulders?
let me help
for it is how i have chosen to show my love for you
because for a while i have thought
that i had nothing left in me
but maybe i still have little pieces left
and i will find them
so you can borrow them
just until you find yours too
i hope you see
that this is how i have chosen to show my love for you
because for the longest time
i have been afraid to write
but this is how i have chosen to show my love for you
i wrote you a poem
dedicated to my dear friend, who is having a hard time right now. this is how i have chosen to show my love and support for you. :*
 Dec 2017 Sen
I saw
This world is not for me
I run away
To escape from myself
To live in this place
Which is not belonging to me
Until I go away somewhere
I don't know about
The truth is I am not for this world,
And he is not feeling uncomfortable
To show me it every second day
Without my asking
Even I didn't ask to come here
But he showed me that I should go
And where?
Will there be the same?
How can I escape from myself?
 Dec 2017 Sen
You cannot tell her she's beautiful,
You cannot tell her you love her,
You cannot tell her she's your world
When she's at her best moments.

You may only tell her those things,
If you're ready for her to have those off days,
If you're ready for her to not always wear makeup,
If you're ready to deal with her mood swings,
If you're ready for her to be clingey some days and distant others,

You cannot tell her any of the pretty little comments,
Unless you can handle her
Alone at two A.M.
As she's struggling with life,
And wondering why

She is not enough to win her own internal battles
-Don't you dare tell her you can handle her all the time if you're only ready to handle her at her best.

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