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look up
it will only be a bit

look up
you know it is worth it

look up
you've been places much like this

look up
dig out of the pit

look up
you see the stars from here

look up
the future's bright and near

look up
gone with all the tears

look up
there's nothing left to fear

look up
until your neck is raw

look up
you traveled and you saw

look up
just wait for the applause

look up
but don't forget to pause

look up
you know which way to go

look up
and trust the ones you know

look up
darkness 'round the low

look up
you'll be the one who glows
 Dec 2017 mumu
Deepali Agarwal
I want to be the richest person in the world,
Not in terms of money
But in love.
For money can nurture lust,
But love kindles benevolence.
Money can sow seeds of hatred,
But love reaps peace.
Money can build walls,
But love unites distinct.
Money brings solitude,
But love gives company.
Being rich would buy me fake respect,
But elite heart would keep me alive within heart of every individual.
Money can buy anything in this world but it can't give you eternal joy and peace.
 Dec 2017 mumu
She Writes
If I could wake up tomorrow
And be someone new
I’d hope to be someone
That didn’t care about you

A person who wakes up
And smiles at the sun
Not a recluse
That hides from fun

Someone who looks in the mirror
And values themself
Not insecure
Loathing herself

I wish to be someone
Free as a bird
Not someone who cares
What others have heard

But when I wake up
I will still be me
Hoping and wishing
One day I’ll be free
 Dec 2017 mumu
cc
Why?
 Dec 2017 mumu
cc
Tell me why
I feel so tired,
when in fact,
I haven’t really
done
a thing.
 Dec 2017 mumu
Jessica
From hazel brown, to light jade green,
each color intrigues me.
I float around this afterlife, deciding on my eyes,
that will come to pass in my further life.

People float beside me,
each bored without question,
and just float up to the color of their random selection.

I wondered to myself,
"Is there a combination,
of these colors I must pick,
or is my choice not a mixture of things."

Then I see it, a curtain I think, hanging, from somewhere above me.
I walk through it, unnoticed, unstopped, and see colors of a different sort.
On these eyes, held a soul of different forms.

One had a glint of blue flowing through green like a trespasser in a sea.
Another had gold,
tainting its blue,
so it looked like a diamond ring had been carved into.
Another, quite intriguing,
was two souls intermingling.
One of the eyes was a beautiful shade of blue, which contrasted too,
the tainted green, that was the color of emerald, strong and serene.

This pair drew me in,
its difference, quite startling,
and although in my next life, I'll have two different colored eyes,
I'll enjoy the presence of them, with every glittering smile.
I will love you seven days a week.
I will tell you tales, and love you as we speak.
I will love you today,
And I will love you more each day.

I will love you like Monday.
Like how the Moon loves to kiss the bay.
Like what happened on July 20, 1969,
I will take the risk like my life is on the line.
Because this day will be the start,
Of a one giant leap for my heart.

I will love you like Tuesday.
Like how Ares loves to slay.
I will fight for you till the end of the week,
And claim you as the prize that I seek.
Because even the God of War,
Lost the battle to the one he adore.

I will love you like Wednesday.
Like how Hermes loves to play.
To your heart, I will become a guide.
Everything that you'll need, I will provide.
Every problem we will outwit.
We will face it together, we won't quit.

I will love you like Thursday.
Like how Thor loves to throw his hammer away.
I'll try to be perfect like him,
Even though I am weak and I am slim.
And when our love meets Ragnarok,
I will remind you how I love you again like an alarm clock.

I will love you like Friday.
Like how Freya loves her beauty to be portray.
On this day I will adore your beauty,
I'll touch and give pleasure to your body.
I'll bring you gifts and other thing,
And I'll hope that one day you'll wear that diamond ring.

I will love you like Saturday.
Like how Cronus loves to eat a new-borns buffet.
How I hope I won't suffer the same fate,
Because did you know what happened to this mate?
I promise not to be a Cronus.
I'll love you and our children as a bonus.

I will love you like Sunday.
Like how the Sun loves to give us a brand new day.
This may be the end of the week,
But my love for you won't end, this I speak.
For I love you seven days a week,
And I'll end everyday with a kiss on your cheek.
it's made for her again. and if you notice, i made it with accordance to the name of the days and the root of its names.
 Dec 2017 mumu
Nova Born
I AM
 Dec 2017 mumu
Nova Born
I am not pretty
I am not ugly
I am not fat
nor am I skinny

I'm not living
but I'm not dead
I am sleepin
but even when i'm not
feel like I'm dreamin

Things be to bright
but I guess
my souls just to gloomy
Feel trapped
when it's plenty roomy

I am here
but I'm also where
I was
an where I might be
If I keep on sailing
this sea

Up and down
spinning around
look like a professor
feel like a clown

Guess I could do better
but it's like cutting leather

They think I'm sane
so I say I'm ok
but I don't know if
this is right in the brain

Can't see what other people think
maybe everyone has these quirks and kinks

I am here
But really I've dissapeared
Kinda a song...
 Dec 2017 mumu
Nolan Bucsis
Untitled
 Dec 2017 mumu
Nolan Bucsis
In my inability.
To stop chain smoking.
I'm alive.
By killing myself.
One breath.
At a.
Time.
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