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 Mar 2019
ChinHooi Ng
If life was a painting
and could be modified at will
i want this one that belongs to me
to be changed beyond recognition
i would put bright colors
on top of the gray parts
paint many many stars
in the dark corner
add flowers and green leaves
in the barren place
and draw a river
so that life would be as vibrant
running towards the sea of dreams
except
the middle part
i would keep it intact
that is the only treasure worth collecting
the most precious and beautiful
memories.
 Mar 2019
Kierstyn
I'm scared.
Scared of failing.
Scared of losing.
Scared of feeling pain.
Scared of emotions.
Scared of love.
Scared of everything.
But no one knows.
Because that's the thing
About being scared.
Only the people that are scared
can see it.
 Mar 2019
Jessica MacDonald
Red
Red is the rose
and the polish on my toes

Red is the kiss on my cheek
and my dress– truly chic

Red is also blood
and bodies in the mud

Red is red
Love and dead.
 Mar 2019
jer
Where do I live?
I don’t know
But there’s a million places
That I’d rather go

Where do I live?
I don’t see
Any mountains or forests
Surrounding me

Where do I live?
I can’t feel
A heartbeat, skin, anything
If my breath is real

Where do I live?
I can’t know
My skull lost my head before
A million years ago

Where do I live?
I don’t know
I am no longer breathing
And I’ve lost my soul

Where do I live?
I can’t tell
Maybe I’ll go to heaven
Or I’ll end in hell
 Mar 2019
Nyx
Like a brightly colored bird
She's flaunting her feathers
In futile attempts
trying to make herself feel better
Luring them in
So gentle and soft
While the fallen look on
And I can't help but scoff
Another victim to the bird
Who pecks away at their lives
Yet they can't see through
All her truths and the lies
No sanity in the cycle
Just more victims and tears
I've grown numb to these actions
Which have repeated through the years
At one moment their everything
They seem to get lost
But by the end they sit silently
Weighing up the cost
And cry to me they will
And comfort them I say
Its not the first time this has happened, don't worry you'll be okay
And she sings and she sings
Lulling all around
Fake or reality?
All I hear is noise filled sound
As I've grown tired of the songs
That this bird seems to squark
Oh pardon me, I mean sings
You see an elegant beauty dancing
I see a headless chicken prancing
And with all the damaged its caused
I think its about time we had some chicken soup.
 Mar 2019
Star BG
Broken heart,  I shall fix  -- kintsukuroi
Broken things, I will mend -- kintsukuroi
Broken dreams, I shall repair -- kintsukuroi
Broken life, I will fix -- kintsukuroi
Inspired by Edmund Black

There is nothing that can't be repaired with time and the right intention.

And even when death separates the pain can be repaired with the mortar of memories and knowing life is eternal.

kintsukuroi- is the Japanese art of mending broken pottery using resin laced with gold or silver. kintsukuroi has a deeper philosophical significance. An embracing of the flawed or imperfect. A rebirth.
 Mar 2019
Kevarie O Leslie
Judge by skin, something so thin
A mere layer of what’s deep within.
Beyond skin, beyond bone
Lurking is the unknown
Seeing beyond
 Mar 2019
Bones
Darling                
                        cry
      softly                           don’t      let them
                   listen                     you                  grow
      fast           Asleep  
             Your dreams
                                               come and go
never knowing                                         what will come
                             Sadly               life
                                           Ends
When reading go through the lines left to right, and go down lines carefully
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