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 May 2015 Kim Yu
Emily Rose Bunch
In a field of butterflies I dance and dream
I am soaring high on my imaginary wings
All my worries are cast away
My fears and failures can wait another day
 May 2015 Kim Yu
IcySky
IcySky:
If I ran away,
would you look for me?
If I cried,
would you dry my tears?
If I got hurt,
would you make it better?
If I died,
would you cry for me?
If I wasn't here,
would you miss me?
If I was gone,
would you care?
Would you even notice me?

Written Destruction:
If you ran away, I'll pack up too
If you cried, I'll cry with you
If you hurt, I'll make it work
If you die, I'll follow you
If you wasn't here, I'll drown in tearz
If you was gone, right will slowly turn to wrong
Would I even notice you? Tell me your joking, I seen you shine amongst a parade full of people
Everybody
Is broken
At least a little bit
Since when did brokenness land on a measurement of more, or less?
Like, beaten is better than broken,
It's better to be battered than shattered

But last I checked broken was a loss of functionality,
If you can't do the same things you used to without crying,
You're just as broken as the rest of us,
If you just don't smile as often as you used to,
You're just as broken as the rest of us,
If you can't even hold a pencil without your hand shaking,
I'm sorry, you're broken, just like the rest of us.

What if I told you that in order to be truly broken you have to accept it,
What if I told you that in order to accept brokenness you inherently accept that you were ever whole in the first place and you, were made of pieces.
Two halves came together to make you,
And no self inflicted bashing, slashing or thrashing will bring you alive again because you were never dead
You have so many parts that have lost segments of code
You're not broken, you've just altered your directive
Because brokenness, assumes that you have a function,
And
If you can't perform a function anymore,
It's okay to find a new one.
You're not broken,
You're just weathered.
 May 2015 Kim Yu
Noxx
The Rains
 May 2015 Kim Yu
Noxx
The sky cries out thunder.

Rain is not far behind.

But I knew that, even before sound

I saw the light fade from his eyes and dark clouds

washed over and then it came.

Down like broken hearts it came, but no.

Rain not for sadness.


You see the sky sees beauty everyday.

He sees the the smooth plains, lush forests, towering mountains

But sky and earth can never be together as one

So every once and awhile rain comes.

The only time the sky can touch earth.

Uniting two lovers never meant to be.
Feeling love in the rain
 May 2015 Kim Yu
cameran
you let me hold your hand,
and play with your fingers,
then you left to **** another girl,

and maybe you thought
i'd be fine with that
"i'm not."
 May 2015 Kim Yu
Asim Javid
I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels blest; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind ever conceived.
RUMI#3
 May 2015 Kim Yu
Mera Tau
My clock stopped ticking,
And there came he
With a dagger in his right
And a torch in the other.
Of all the doomed
He chose me
Though he was my son,
And I was his mother.
The hell in his eyes
Was all I could see,
For he was the flame
That I could not smother.
Only my blood quenched him,
Covered him in shrouds.
My life was over
Before it has begun.
My shackled soul,
Pierced the clouds,
Searching for light,
But it was outrun.
My clock stopped ticking,
Yet neither has won.
The skies were clear,
But there was no sun.
We can never control the deeds which we give birth to.
 May 2015 Kim Yu
Mera Tau
An ant once stopped and looked into the sky
Watched some butterflies and wished to fly
To look upon creatures from high above
And move unbounded just like a dove.
The sad ant sat there, cried and cried
"My body is heavy and my legs are tied.
If only I became like those butterflies,
I'd never touch this earth, never leave the skies.
Just look how pretty their wings are
Sparkling under sunshine, seen from afar.
Then I shall cut my legs except for two
my self-made wings to my body I'll sew  
I'll flap and flap till my dream comes true,
I'll surf the gusts and be reborn anew."
The fellow ants gazed as their friend levitated
At how good were the wings that she created.
She spread them wide and danced in dew,
Lived her dream the ant that flew.
But one look at the butterflies saddened her again.
They were always higher, knowing that when
The wind stopped blowing and the poor ant fell
Lost her fake wings and plunged into a well.
"I'll never be a butterfly" she cried, "I can't.
How could I ever be when I am just an ant."
Not all dreams come true.
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