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 Apr 2015 Currin
glassea
i met you exactly once.
i was five and you were tall
and you'd brought me some toy
(stereotypically girly).
i've never played with dolls
and you apologized for assuming.
a week later
you sent me some legos.

i've seen you exactly twice.
the first, i barely remember.
the second i recall all too well
because my parents were crying
but my cousin,
your son,
wasn't.

i find myself wishing i'd kept the **** doll
because the legos you got me
were mixed with the others
a long time ago.
(i'm aware this isn't any good. i honestly don't care.)
 Apr 2015 Currin
sanch kay
So I’ll tell you why I write.
I write because I’m the protagonist of my own stories.
I write because in my stories, I solve the problems that invariably creep up between people and I
In the most heroic ways possible
I write because in my world,
Not every rainbow ends in a *** of gold
But sliding across its multicolour will be the happiest memory in your mind
I write because my stories are clouds that do have real silver linings
I write because 3 am is time for chai, and childhood stories
Impromptu bike rides to greet the sleeping night
But all I can do is write.
I write because I’m angry and frustrated but
you asked me not to turn my anguish onto my body
and leave battle scars for the world to question -
so I write instead.
I write because sometimes,
the tumult in my head comes from
words that are struggling to spill forth from my brain
and stain empty pages with their loud meaning.
I write because
Writing is the only way I have to make sense
of this messy world we live in.
 Apr 2015 Currin
Christal Tan
I am deeply sad
because they don't see the stars
of your existence.
 Apr 2015 Currin
Madeysin
I wonder if you cut me open,
Will you see the rings inside,
Spiraling into age,

She sings softly,
As she walks,
Broadly into the distance,

Today is the greatest day,
I've ever known,
I guess it's all about dying to yourself
~~
Then, if ever, is the red color grows fade
The petals of red roses drop
If the birds don't sing any songs
And even a butterfly doesn't
Play on a purple flower

If the mistake happens in the rain
You 'll not cry
You can't be afraid of thunder
They will cleanse you

And when I am gone
Forgive me, but the melody in the air
You will come, playing in the garden,
Dance with the lost grasshoppers

Any yellow day when red flamboyant will be bloomed
Will have to take off your colorful sunglasses
At the very noon will be floated on the Cuckoo's love song
Again and Again it will prove your arrival,

O' Spring

You'll be the very white sky after rain
Will bloom red hibiscus
On that gilded day  
Red flamboyant 'll be loved with yellow flamboyant

Patched up with melody and words
Will be made new Songs,
New Poetry,
With the yellow flowers tune

Then again,
You 'll not  sing a song of despair,
Not even a song of hiatus,
Will sing the Songs of Joy,
Stir in the way of dreams,
Mating

Back to again and again
I 'll come back to you
Both 'll make a love  
For the creation of a new life
~~
 Apr 2015 Currin
MKD
I Know
 Apr 2015 Currin
MKD
It's been a little over two months now
And I think I can say this
And I'm not sure what's happening so let me tell you what I know
And what I think
After 2 hours, I knew I wanted to know you
After 2 days, I knew you were different
After 2 weeks, I knew I wanted you
After 2 months, I think I love you
Let me put into perspective
why I say "think"
I know that I want you and
I know you're favorite color is red and
I know you love God more than life and
I know sometimes I don't want to live and
I know that I'm alive anyway and
I know that's partially you're fault (thank you) and
I know the Earth is round and
I know the sky changes colors and
I know you love music and
I know you love basketball and
I know you get mad sometimes and
I know you're adorable and
I know you hate being adorable and
I know that you are anyway and
I know that some things float like wood and ***** and people and
I know that things heal and
I know that time is difficult to tell sometimes and
I know forever feels too short and too long and
I know that you hate my combat boots but I'm sorry and
I know that I'm too silly and I'm sorry and
I know I'm kind of crazy and I'm sorry and
I know not all dogs love hugs and
I know I love hugging dogs and
I know that I'm short and
I know that you like that and
I know you can't trust everyone and
I know that I trust you and
I know the sky is high and
I know people are strange and
I know you hate it when I drink and
I know you're better than you think and
I know you love Beastly and I know the world is huge and
I know I'm a very small part of said world and
I know I'm not alone and
I know I feel like it sometimes and
I know you help me a lot (thank you) and
I know you're more than I deserve and
I know people can't fly and
I know I want to anyway and
I know there are some things I can never do (like fly) and
I know this feeling will come and go and
I know that you will be great one day and
I know you already are and
I know life is short and
I know nothing lasts forever and
I know I want us to anyway and
I know that death is inevitable and
I know that it will hurt and
I know that it hurts anyway and
I know that life is strange and
I know I don't make sense and
I know you're with me anyway and
I know you say you love me (**** I hope you do) and
I know I **** at love poems and
I know I always hurt and
I know I always get hurt and
I know I am terrified to say this and
I know I am even more terrified to feel it and
I know that definitely
without a doubt
I think I love you
 Apr 2015 Currin
Meggghanq1
So many misinterpreted metaphors
make me cringe
''are you trying to ruin poetry for everyone''
but I hide my damp eyes behind my fringe
because I mustn't argue and my teachers are never wrong
They sing without a meaning or lyric in their song
we are taught to write what they want to hear
not the truth we feel inside our hopes and fears

But i must turn the other cheek
to get my degree I need..when home I ponder, I weep
because it was the school that killed poetry
for many of my peers..
But all is not lost..wipe away those tears
Grab the pen that feels ethical
the paper that doesn't deceive, doesn't lie
and write a poem that you can feel
you'll get out of school alive
(You know who you are who started this haha!)..Don't get me wrong I love teachers in general..I plan on becoming an awesome one someday too :)
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