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 Nov 2014
Lukas
The Seeker my dear friend is very sick. Could you guys help me out and tell her she's beautiful. Let her know she's not just a number on a scale but a human being that's loved and respected. Her and every other person needs to know,
  
       No matter what we are people. We can be geeks, jocks, outcasts, and fit ins. We can be cheer captain or a mathlete. We can wear black or barely wear anything at all. It doesn't matter. You are beautiful, you are strong. She can hold his hand. He can kiss his cheek. She can hug her. It doesn't matter how you dress, how you talk, what label they gave you, or who you love. We are all people and I want you here. So stay awhile dear and see what the world has to offer.

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 Oct 2014
Beaux
Hey it's me. Uh I was just calling to say I'm sorry
I know it's late and I know I'm an idiot for ever letting you go, but um,
Without you my life has a hole that can't be filled with anything else
The moon smiles at me as the stars dim out
They could never shine as bright as your eyes, but without you they have no reason to glow
At night the darkness is a cloak, it wraps me up trying to offer comfort
But only with you beside me could I ever be warm again
I've become a shell of the boy you once knew
I no longer have a reason to smile, My eyes have lost their glow, My laugh is dry from under use
I know I was never the prince you wanted or the good guy you needed, but things are different now
I'll hold your hand when you get scared, Hold you whether you need it or not, Be your shoulder to cry on
I guess what I want to say is,
*Baby I love you
For Ms.Rosie Pleasure, my reason to fight
 Oct 2014
Lukas
So the sun loved the moon,
He died everyday to let her live

Every evening the moon would rise
Her beloved sun would set
He would grasp on to the night
He always failed

The moon shed tears
They came to be known as stars
She would sulk in her sorrows
Once every month she was able to escape

And be with her beloved sun
 Sep 2014
Lukas
I know the truth buried under the lies
I know the face hiding behind the mask
I know the pain locked behind a smile
I know the laugh sealing in the hurt
I know the phrases covering the truth
It was the cat
I fell into a thorn bush
It's just a scratch
I know the pain you've endured
Find your voice and speak the truth
It wont go away if you don't try
They wont stop laughing on their own
The pain wont just disappear
The tears wont suddenly stop flowing
Find your voice and speak up
You're strong and beautiful
Please stay awhile dear
For all those who need it
 Aug 2014
Àŧùl
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This is a dream-come-partially-true.
 Jun 2014
Àŧùl
Let me be the Angel
Who bears that pain for you
I am present in your memory
And my thoughts distract you

You will forget the pain
For that lose yourself in me
Always be ready for that detail
Which you find in a stingy bee

I shall as always tell that all is well
Entice you with my newer poems
Just lie back carefree in your bed
Feel me by the side stroking you to sleep.
My HP Poem #643
©Atul Kaushal
 Jun 2014
Charlotte Kennedy
She was only 34, so much life left to live
But the CANCER was stronger and just wouldn’t give
It wasn’t detected until it was too late
And so on Sunday she had a date
With the angels above to fly with them high
Now when we want to see her we look to the sky
She looks over her kids from way up above
And they look at her picture with hearts full of love
The CANCER, it beat her and took her away
But now she’s not hurting or trying to be brave
And though we are sad and wondering why
We know she’s our new ANGEL learning to fly.
 Jun 2014
Ashita
You love freely
Whereas I am enveloped by a
darkness
that haunts me
and shatters my very soul
as I ache to breathe.
My heart thumps
as my arms flap
and I pull out a single feather
protruding out of my back
A single dark yet soft feather
Heavily light and
nonsense sense
As I fly,
Free.
 Apr 2014
Skadi Snow
When I was very young
I was afraid of my own shadow.

When I saw the shadow on the ground
I began to scream and ran to my mom.
She always picked me up and calmed me down.

You could say, I was just a stupid kid.
But I think it is actually very profound.
 Mar 2014
Àŧùl
A necessary evil for our segregation,
It's the deadly examination monster.

It's rough-tough so it never spares us,
Alongside the weaknesses it bares us.

Prepare for them if you want it easy,
Your scores often determine the life.

Never you give-up all fearing failure,
For you can write your future bright.

Holding shining silver string of love,
You 'come more courageous in life...
My HP Poem #594
©Atul Kaushal
 Mar 2014
Àŧùl
She is looked at not as an object,
Not at all a means to please him,
But as the life producing mother.

She has faced no physical abuse,
Not any sort of emotional either,
But respected if not worshipped.

She looks happily in the mirror,
Not to find her mascara ruined,
But admires it & longs for tears.

She stands as equals with them,
Not as assistant but participant,
But equally women & men live.

She also eats dinner at the table,
Not just serving them everyday,
But also relishing food he cooks.

She shares a new equal dignity,
Not fearing any ****** or teaser,
But cared for who she is to him.

She is content with spirituality,
Not praying only the male God,
But also aware of His Mother...
My HP Poem #574
©Atul Kaushal
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