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Adele Apr 2016
Words slither from their mouth 
The sound ripples
in her ears like the drops
of water from a lonesome cave
She decided to build a wall
and hear no more echoes

In silence,
the heart pitter- patter's
the lungs pounding... in and out
wanting to tell that she's alive,
telling her in a mute
'don't let your gutsy soul fly'

In silence, 
there's too much noise

so she just decided to break the walls down as she rose from solitude.
She can still hear it, but she doesn't mind. Her gutsy soul is with her all this time ;)
  Apr 2016 Adele
South by Southwest
Blossoms are the
Hopes and dreams
Attached to the thorny
Stems of life
We all have to climb
To smell the roses
  Apr 2016 Adele
ThePoet
Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

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Adele Apr 2016
I, sometimes think,
I am wasting my time for nothing.
It is running and I'm not moving.
The world revolves,
people evolve
They told me to find my place,
and I'm still here on the same spot.
I don't know what to do.
What I see are them walking on fast forward
and I will always be on a slow motion.
Adele Mar 2016
I spent my thoughts brimming
under the moonlight
Wondering what had happened,
where am I?
I used to spill the ink
and create a beautiful world
using my imaginative mind
but where is the magic
that used to take me on the other side
I know I'm destined to be
on a paradise
but I also know
I'll be stuck in this abyss
for a long time.*:(
Adele Mar 2016
In a crowd of throng,
there was this lost soul
Deaf to hear the laughter
too blind to see the bliss

you could come closer
and see the hidden bleak

only him,
embraced the broken parts,
and never in her life she felt this whole.
Adele Mar 2016
I can now feel the heat
of summer that I've
always wished
Twigs are still empty,
the blanket of snow is still on the road
but being Sunkissed on the bus window
is what I've longed for.
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