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 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Steele
Eyes (10W)
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Steele
They                                                             ­                     They
   say  that  the  eyes                                  say  that  the  eyes
    are                the soul                         are                the soul
        windows to                                          windows to
I dunno if this qualifies, but I'll play along as best I can.
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Matthew
The Soul
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Matthew
A vessel for water
hardened soil      
ceramic broken  
forever spoiled.  

But gather with care,
these grounded bits,
and paint upon them
as a soul canvas
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Nazi Neyz
Soul
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Nazi Neyz
A darkened soul

Always sees more
Knows what to fear
What it's for
To feel exposed
Try walking free
The dark does follow
It wants to see
Writing hand
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
rachel
Eyes
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
rachel
Eyes are the windows to the soul
You can see where someone has been
How much they have seen
How many times they've been hurt
What they long for
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Jack Trainer
Soul
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Jack Trainer
Soul
Alive, astir
Gliding, enshroud, obscure
Awaken my tormented soul
Nomad
A cinquain poem
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Jon York
Once in awhile, right in the
middle of ordinary life, love
gives us a Fairy Tale because
true love has a habit of coming
back and because true love is
not something you go out and
look for, true love finds you
and when it does, ready or not,
it'll be the best thing to ever
happen to you.

She said to me, "forgive me for
being a dreamer and I took her
hand and replied, "forgive me
for not finding you again sooner
and being there to dream with
you and to help you make those
dreams come true.

Everything comes to you at the
right moment so just be patient
knowing that there is no path to
happiness: happiness is the path
and when it is time for two souls
to meet again, there's nothing on
earth that can prevent them from
meeting, no matter where each
may be located.

Souls that belong to each other
will always find their way back
together and everything will
come to you at the right moment
so there is no reason to rush,
because if something is meant
to be, it will happen at the
right time with the right person
for the right reason and know
that in the end love is composed
of a single soul inhabiting two
bodies.
                                               Jon York   2018
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Rationale
Cry
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Rationale
Cry
It's okay to cry.
Cry a river if you have to.
Cry if it helps you to breathe again.
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Lunar
love me once,
leave me twice,
the first
i let it go.
school and friends,
compromise,
you told me
"don't do so."

love me once,
leave me twice,
i knew you,
all too well.
promised words;
a broken heart,
down the hole
i fell.

love me once,
leave me twice,
you left me
all alone.
with lack of warmth
and happiness,
without you
was not home.
i don't really have a broken heart anymore, but let's say i enjoy writing sad poetry because i love to empathize and feel how others feel. in other words, i like to write for those people, especially those who don't know how to express themselves.
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Kay Meraz
Cry
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Kay Meraz
Cry
i tell my mother

"one day they will come around, one day they'll understand your struggles"

but she cries still.

and i cry.

i tell my father

"this is your chance to be the dad, you never were"

but he forgets.

and they call me and they cry

and i cry.

i tell my brother,

"she is your mother no matter what"

but he forgets,

and she cries.

and i cry.

i tell my sister,

"dont be afraid of being a single mother"

but she stays,

and she cries.

and i cry.

i tell my little brother,

"theres more to life than a girl"

but he gets another, and another.

and he cries.

and i cry.

and when i need those three words to keep me from dying,

they forget.

and i cry.
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Carly Bunch
Eyes
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Carly Bunch
i still remember the look in his eyes.
The way he looked at my body.
As if i was a piece of meat.
A piece of candy on Halloween.
Like what i wanted didnt matter.

I could tell he couldnt wait to do what he pleased.
Because he knew i wouldnt be able to do anything.
Even though i said no he still pulled me into his grasp.
i was scared
but he didnt care.

he went in as hard as he could no matter how much i pleaded.
his eyes looked hungry

im still scared to this day to see that look in someones eyes.
it gives me nightmares and makes me want to cry
i never want to see those eyes again.
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