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I could search the entire earth
from north to south
and east to west

I could walk every desert
climb every mountain
and swim every ocean

But no matter
where ever I were to roam
I could never find a truer love
than the one I have with you

You are the light to my dark
You are the calm before the storm
You are the reason I breathe

I would give all the stars
in the blessed heavens
just to taste your lips
for all eternity
  Jun 2016 Ellie Sora
Ezre Holland
Give me two seconds of your day
because I love to just look at you,
even if it's just for one moment
and when you look back, I hope that you
look at me and feel the same thing.

Give me two minutes of your day,
To read this poem and realise
I'm not good with words.
To show you that my definition of the word 'world' begins with you.

Give me two hours of your day
So we can talk endlessly,
With a coffee on the table that's turned cold
Because your voice is my distraction.

Give me two seconds of your day
To smile and stare at you and cherish you,
As though every dream I've had since you is a supernova amongst a dark void of black holes.
  Jun 2016 Ellie Sora
Bryan Amerila
The day I lost my voice
I did not cry
I rejoiced.

The day I lost my voice
I gained an ear
I listened.

I listened to flowers’ whispers
To bees’ chatters
To bamboos’ laughter
To children’s banters and giggles
To moon’s  cries
To sun’s admonishments

If now, you plead me: speak
Please,
Don’t cry for me
Rejoice
Gain an ear
Listen

If now, you plead me: speak
Please,
Allow my heart to do it.
Metaphors Metaphors
Love is love.
There is no definition to say you ' cannot be this way ' if you love a man or a woman or both or none at all - whoever you embed your heart within  has nothing to do with anyone but you.
Love is love.
Fall for the sunset in her eyes and the laugh she has on autumn evenings, find a world within her soft skin.
Love is love.
Choose his comfort, the way your frail frame mirrors in his body and like a portrait; you're a work of art.
Love is love.
Dance in the compassion of both genders and be a stream of a purple in a world of blue and pink  paint.

Love is love, regardless.
  May 2016 Ellie Sora
B
Your walls heard all of the confessions I whispered to you while you were asleep. They heard me talk about how terrified I was to fall for you. They heard me say that I was scared that you were going to get to know me better and you weren't going to want me anymore the first time I stayed in your bed. They heard me tell you that you made me happier than anyone ever has and that you're the reason why I can finally wake up in the morning and actually get myself out of bed. They heard me tell you that it hurts when you drink yourself sick and I'm worried that you're going to destroy yourself. They heard me tell you that I hate how you bail on me and that it makes me feel unimportant to you even though you fell asleep with me wrapped up in your arms. They heard me tell you that I could spend my entire life with you and I would never get tired of you. They heard me whisper "I love you" for the first time and then later heard me say it over and over again until I fell asleep with my face buried in your chest. Your walls have heard everything I never had the guts to say. They heard everything. I just hope that they can keep my secrets and I wonder what secrets my walls are keeping, too.




                                   B.S.
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