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 Jun 2020
Aleka
Time flies fast,
like a little bird,
swinging trough the sky,
never looking back.

Time is forever,
but never do you realise in time
that the present is not present anymore,
but is now past.

Time melts in my hands,
slipping trough my fingers,
only remaining the everlasting trace of memory,
staining every little crevice of my hands.

But memory,
memory remains,
persistently present in your mind,
always haunting every little image,
and every little thought.
This is a class assessment I really enjoyed, based on the painting The Persistence Of Memory by Salvador Dalí.
 Jun 2020
Priscilla Charity
Sometimes I wonder
if noise had a colour
then what shade
would silence be
 Jun 2020
Francisco A Ojeda
From far deep between
She soaks the world around her
With waves of sweet fire
Haiku
 May 2020
Riddhi Thakkar
I often ask mie friends, “ Are you okay?”
Because for me “are you okay” can mean a lot of things like:
Are you okay? I’m here to listen you.
Are you okay, because I care for you.
Are you okay,
Because I Love you.
Are you okay??
The hidden Love
 May 2020
Dead Rose One
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No, He said.

I want you
wanting.

I want to taste the miracle of your desperation,
need,
lick the sweet sweat of tense from the hairline well hid
on the back of your pleasuring neck.

I need your needing constant completion,
but not succeeding.

The airborne aroma of your desires are fiery, arousing,
stimulus sensating me by the unending beauty of dissatisfaction,
this virus desirous, infection, makes my perpetual wanting  
for an incomplete perfect woman,
forever seeking betterment,
perfectly complete.


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11-15-17 11:51pm
mixed up emotions re this one; who is the striver, who is selfless   and/or selfish;  can be understood in many different ways
 May 2020
Emily
yes, we all wonder sometimes
if we are more than meaningless specks
on a dying planet and
yes, all things tend toward chaos but
you, staring up at the stars wondering,
are a counterexample
 May 2020
Chloe
Nothing satisfies
Like tucking shaved legs under
Soft, clean, silky sheets
Shaving my legs is a chore but a satisfying one.
 May 2020
JaxSpade
I made a mistake
I meant to be perfect

But I colored outside the lines
On purpose

I crossed the line
That meant to keep the lines inside

Because I'm not supposed to do it
 May 2020
Cyril
Self-loathing finally came to an end,
the stranger in the mirror is now my friend
 May 2020
Lost Girl
I am a warrior.
Stronger than her demons.
Braver than the darkness.
 May 2020
Alternate Realities
There's beauty in broken things
Even light has to be fractured to make color
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