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it’s already night
my room is full of light

as it’s coming from the moon
it will be gone by noon

I confess my emotions to the stars
they get lost in the dark
but the stars still spark

as I see the night sky
I sigh

wish you would be close
but my feelings, I suppose
are something only the moon knows

- gio, 12.04.2020
 Apr 2020 -Goat
Arek
Absolutely Nuts
 Apr 2020 -Goat
Arek
Autumn is my favourite season
but it's not about the leaves
i have a very different reason
an autumn pleasure gives

it's not about the morning greys
or evening lit log fires
it's not about it's amber days
that my heart most desires

there's something closer to my heart
a secret i must spill
in autumn i finally get to start
roasting chestnuts in my grill
 Apr 2020 -Goat
Jiya
i want to tell you.
i really do.
i'd love to spill my secrets, my issues to you.
yet i can't comprehend it.
i can't communicate it to you.
and the fact you could leave me.
it makes my heart a tearful blue.
you already look at me as if i'm broken.
what do i have to lose?
i want to tell you.
i really do.
yet i can't cope with the fact.
the fact your presence may fade.
vanish without a trace.
except you'd still have that key.
the key that can unlock the darkness in my brain.
this poem is in honour of my teacher who wants me to know that i can talk to him. but it's nearing the end of the year and he may not be my teacher next year. i fear that if i tell him too much i won't be able to cope that next year he might be wandering around with the burden of my thoughts i selfishly put on him without being able to do much to help me. and that i won't be able to connect with another teacher like i have with him. so, in general, this poem isn't really about telling him about my issues. it's about the fact that i might lose his presence in my life and that he's one of the last things that's keeping me sane. this poem is about loss. XD sorry for the mini rant i just needed to get this out there y'know.
 Apr 2020 -Goat
Ava
The world
 Apr 2020 -Goat
Ava
My world stopped turning months ago
I fell right below
But when I woke up the next morning
The birds were still singing
The sky was still blue
Airplanes still flew
People were continuing their lives
They kept on living their careers
Time didn't stop
Tik tok went the clock
Smiles were still outside
As well as cries
But the second I woke up
I didn't believe in my luck
Life didn't end
But mine did
 Apr 2020 -Goat
TAYGEN HENRY
My candle is my motivation
Because I am often in the dark
I stare down at the feeble fire
And get lost within my art

On days when the sun is hard to see
And when I’m lacking fire within
There is my candle shining still
A tiny flame that never dims

For hours in the dark I write
Crouched next to the bitsy blaze
My candle fuels me to keep going
In hope of brighter days
 Apr 2020 -Goat
Skyler
Unbreakable
 Apr 2020 -Goat
Skyler
What will it mean
To never break?
To be stripped clean,
To feel joy yet still ache?

Like the trees in the wind
Of a harrowing storm,
You may twist and bend,
Even lose your form.

Like the rising of a tide,
You eventually submerge,
Into the depths, you hide,
Capitulating to every urge.

You rise from the ground,
As would a terrifying earthquake.
You are no longer bound,
You will no longer break.

Fire roars in your honour,
It's flames always dancing.
'Behold! Look upon her.'
Stronger still, you are standing.

Nothing can break you now,
Not water, earth, fire or air.
You have given a vow.
Try and break me. I dare.
Losing my dad suddenly and unexpectedly has been the most traumatic experience so far. Nothing has felt normal since. Not my body, mind or spirit. I have reached the darkest depths of my being since. As I am recovering, I have realised. I am unbreakable. Nothing can ever break me as much as I have broken and rebuilt myself. I dare anyone to try.
 Apr 2020 -Goat
Peyton L
Ash floats around me
my hands caked in soot
the burnt match between my fingers.

Remnants of flames burning in my eyes,
smoldering rubble
smells of smoke and destruction.

I lift the match to my mouth
touch the tip to my tongue
the salty taste worth the raging fires of my sins.
Somehow inspired by the salt lamp I have on my desk.
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