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 Dec 2019 21
MacKenzie Warren
though my memories of you have faded
and i no longer remember the colors in your eyes
you will live forever in the pages of my journal
in my words, you will never die
 Dec 2019 21
TheKindling
Wake Up
 Dec 2019 21
TheKindling
The wind whispered

wake up

Unto the song birds.

The song birds sing

wake up

To the city

The city clashes to it's people  

Wake Up

Miserable the people get up.

But at least the trees are happy.
I dunno, hope you like it
 Dec 2019 21
Ciel Noir
Atom
 Dec 2019 21
Ciel Noir
What other kind              of creature could divide        
        Each different thing             into its different sides                
  With chaos versus             order, dark and light
The stark duality of         wrong and right
We even split the very        world in two
With human versus human,       we and you
But still no matter how much      we divide
Each thing has infinitely many      sides
 Dec 2019 21
Kobayashi Issa
Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.
 Dec 2019 21
The Non-Poet
butterfly
 Dec 2019 21
The Non-Poet
life is like
when you're
a little kid
and you
discover that
there is more
than twenty-four
crayons in the box
that there is
the possibility
of forty-eight colors
of sixty-four
of one-hundred and twenty
that there are
so many shades
of love and anger and peace and despair
and absolute bliss
and the ability
to express them all
are now
in the palm
of your hand

life is
colorful
beautiful
thought-provoking
lovely
soulful
heartbreak­ing
inspiring
and absolutely wonderful

every day is
a new sunrise
a new chance
to transform into
the butterfly you
want to be

go out there
and change the world, kid
 Dec 2019 21
Lye
strong girl
 Dec 2019 21
Lye

as she trudged up the mountain
        ^
      / \
    /     \
  /         \
/             \
victory pulsing through her veins

badum badum badum badum

her eyes set intently on the peak

a deathly stare

she knew she could do anything

anything at all

she was anything but meek

this world is not for the meek
The line “this world is not from the meek” I took from a poem I wrote last school year called “Story of a Lonely Bird”.
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