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 Oct 2014 Full name
Rupal
If you are in a hurry,
go ahead and don't
bother to wait for me.
My life still needs me.

Some untold stories,
an unsung song,
an incomplete conversation,
an unread book.
Some bridges to build
some to burn,
wounds to heal
fences to mend
relations to tend...

In my hurry
to catch up with you,
I breathlessly ran and
I left behind
so many moments,
breathtaking moments.
Let me catch up  
with them now,

I'll catch up
wtth you later...
"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep..." Robert Frost
Dedicated to my friend Deborah, in whose words I witnessed a pause, a miracle...
 Oct 2014 Full name
M
why must everyone tell each other what to do all the time
can we not coexist in love and peace
like we were meant to? can we not simply
work toward a goal, without mindless power play
or unnecessary roughness? we are human,
we are human, we are human, is all I hear, reasons
and excuses given for our misbehavior, our lies and harms;
it's only human nature! they cry as they steal and cheat
it must be human nature, says the violent criminal,
sadly, it is human nature, sighs the priest:
these are not good enough- this cannot be good enough
for if your heart calls you to love and you feel it then why haven't you?
every human's heart is made for and of
love, community, friendship, socialization-
that is what we are and that is what we need
we are clearly striving for good, we are clearly beautiful,
we are clearly searching for the truth
human nature cannot be evil if its most earnest desire is good.
yes, we are human- but we were made for better things.
 Oct 2014 Full name
Smudged Ink
i want to know what you know
we've known each other for years
but have we known each other

i know you
i know what you have gone through
what your likes and dislikes are

but do you know me
or am i a collection of memories
faint whispers slipping through your mind

so i wonder
when i think about you
are you ever thinking of me too
A forbidden love,
That can never be.
A heart that beats,
But can not see.
A choice,
That I must make.
To take a chance,
And risk a heart to break.
Or play it safe,
And leave it this way.
And deal with the feelings,
That won't go away
 Sep 2014 Full name
Erenn
Hand Signs
 Sep 2014 Full name
Erenn
It’s not easy when I was five
It’s not easy to grasp everything
Learning these new ‘signs’
So others would empathize
Demoralized only to be scrutinized
Wondering why they always laughed
I never knew how it sounds like
But it hurts me deep inside

It’s not easy when I was ten
They wrote on the board
How I always pretend
I keep smiling despite everything
I did pretend
Pretending tomorrow
Everything will end

It’s not easy when I was fifteen
Almost everyone doesn't comprehend
These hands I use to eat & speak
I can read their lips saying,
"FREAK, FREAK, FREAK!!!"
But this time I didn't pretend
Mama always told me before she left
"Your voice is louder than the rest!"

It’s easier now that I’m twenty
It actually gets better if I believe
I found true friends along the way
They get furious if I get played
Diminishing negative thoughts to dust
I know now life has its eminence
There are more others like me

What my mama meant before she left
Help those who are in need
Especially to those who are-
*Special like me.
(I didnt expect it to get featured as the daily poem! I'm so happy I get to share this message with everyone. A better understanding to these gifted individuals:) And if u have a friend who's deaf or learning ASL. Let them read this:)
And once again. Thank you so much To everyone who liked and comment!)
Give your love.
Even if you're the one being received.
I just had to write about this.
And i don't see it as a disability,
I see it as a gift.
(Dedicated to this young girl i saw in the train helping a guy in a wheelchair. She was showing directions! I stood there appalled in awe)
P.S: I need a suggestion whether to name this title 'Gift' or 'Hand Signs'??
I think both stood out.
Comment below.
And I also would like you guys to check out this website.
If you buy their headphones you would be giving hearing aids for the   less fortunate.
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And I'm not sponsored to do this. I just want to make a change and help to raise awareness:)
If you can help them, please do.:)
He didn't need to die to be a ghost
for years he walked these hallways, going unnoticed
he was like a blur to those who passed him
teachers couldn't remember him
No parents to speak of, one day they just never came back.

Average student, never pushing himself
never showing up on anybody's radar
going unnoticed, going unseen
no friends to speak of, no one knew he existed

He was surrounded by hundreds of people
but lived his life not seen
no one saw his tears
no one saw his art
he went unnoticed until the day he died.

Police found him
he couldn't take it anymore
ended it all
he spent his life unnoticed
but he was a brilliant artist
his art was seen
hanging up in some amazing galleries
everyone now knows his name.
Hands are amazing
Hands express feelings, speak their own language
Hands have their own identities.
Hands also hold.
They hold yourself when you collapse
They hold other people to keep them close
Or to keep them from falling apart
They intertwine. Link. Caress. Touch. Grip.
They can be loose or tight
They can mean the world or nothing at all
But hands also disappear
Hands can be missed more than a person
Because hands are the reflection of our soul
And when a soul touches another soul
Sparks explode
And when two hands hold each other
Nothing can be more perfect
But perfection never lasts long
Perfection is a fleeting moment
An instant of pure happiness.
The emptiness that follows
Knows no bound
But no matter how long I must wait
I live for those moments
I was watching outlander and they kept holding hands and I became jealous
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