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Literature
is
less
about
beauty
~
than
it
is
about
*Truth
Mimesis "To mirror"
Discussed this in my poetry class today; how art truly shows the condition of humanity, expressing the Truth of our existence and experiences on earth. The artist expresses Truth by reimagining the world, aiding the rest of us who are unable to articulate it.
break in*
fingertips imprinted onto the glass of the cold window
legs shake as I balance on the bricks
inside I catch a glimpse of my own shadow
but I can't stop now, my watch still ticks

the dead of night is wide awake
staring at my unrecognizable clone on the wall
is this really where I belong?
I step inside before I fall

maybe I should just go back from where I came
it's quiet in here
and this has always been a risky game
I come in peace to invade the premises
before I get caught, I get one last good luck kiss

from the raindrops that now patter against the desk
leaking through the open gap in the wall
if not for the circumstance, would appear quite picturesque
my shadow still wavers, slim and tall

now this is it
I lay down on the stranger's bed
pealing the sickly drenched clothes from my skin
as the wind gushes past my head
where do I belong?
where do I go?
what am I doing here, for how long?
when can I come home?
Some things in life seem too real to just be a coincidence.
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
starry night
You always make me smile
Even though we're apart thousand miles
When i hear your voice
I imagine you near me
I'm never get weary
having you in my mind almost everyday
Although you might don't do the same
I'll cross the sea
and meet you there
I'm in love with you
and i'll always do
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
Babu kandula
I do have some darkness

Covered in the shade of goodness

I only aim to minimize or pacify

The darkness within me.

My thoughts sometime give

Birth to the darkest fears.

Even I see my myself as a Villain in mirror

So, I always try to escape from my reflections

And wanted to be human as I was when am asleep

Even in the thoughts if I hate someone

Yes, then am not a complete human

But, a demon in disguise of human

Only when I am asleep I feel like human

Otherwise I try to control my inner darkness
Yes, if I don't have a good thought

Am not human but a demon

I don't take into account of what others think of me

Because only I know if am doing it right or wrong

Or am a good or a bad

They only know what I show to them

But, not what I am
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
Mike Hauser
There is an island

That keeps calling out to me

Leave it all behind
Since I seem to have Haiku on the brain lately I thought it would be fun to turn my island poem into one! Weeeeeeeeee!!!
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
Riley Smith
When tomorrow comes what will there be
other than the wind that dances through the trees?

Will the sun burst and leave us with a lack of peace as the lone survivors run through the streets? Or will our sleep be serene and filled with dreams of pale skies and bright eyes, continuing to survive as if you had nine lives, the downfall here is we only have one.

Sight can be deceiving, it can trick you into believing that tragedy is common and happiness is rare.
Is it just me or does everyone else have the general opinion that school ***** more than anything?
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
Em
I keep looking
out the ***** window
into my dark reflection
beyond the clouded stars.
Looking for answers,
and finding myself thinking more,
the wheels turning
until they’re nothing but burnt rubber.
Metaphors replace scents of DMT
and my mind runs on ecstasy,
but all I can imagine
are ships passing each other at midnight.
I want to turn the wheel and
crash
into your body, my solace.
But I don’t want to wreck what we have.
I can’t help but wonder
if this plane would drown in the ocean
beneath our unsuspecting minds,
would we be reincarnated
into soulmates
who travel in an RV
because we were born afraid to fly?
Even if we can’t afford the trip,
I’ve read your horoscope 1000 times
and the signs say that you can give me
adventure.
And this is more than ****** attraction,
it's wanderlust.
so please,
run away with me.
They can't tell us we're wrong if we aren't around to be scolded, my love.
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