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 Feb 2018 Natt
Lior Gavra
It flies amongst the stars.
Flashes for a moment.
Despite the left scars.
Holds a place close, yet far.

It carries the fallen.
From mistaken paths.
To reaches impossible.
And develops new plans.

It creates new countries.
Raises dead soldiers.
Stamps unsung heroes.
With a feeling of free.

Hear its silent sound.
Open up your eyes.
Place it in your heart.
Elevate from the ground.

It helps us climb.
Better than rope.
Do you see its shape?
It is hope.
 Jan 2018 Natt
Richard boyadjian
I love her...to the moon and back
I love her...to the point of death
Every time i see her face my heart drowns in sorrow
...how close we are physically
...but how far we are mentally
I love her
but i fear
i fear that she'll leave me for her rest
leaving my heart broken like a crooked nest
She enlightens my day when i see her
and darkens it when she's out of my sight
Fear is what keeps me up at night
i fear of losing her
not finding a girl who is as pretty as her
not finding someone who has such beauty and charm
Her internal and external beauty is what makes me go nuts
Her overall charm is what makes me lose my mind
I love her
This poem is dedicated to the girl of my dreams. I am going to find her one day.
 Jan 2018 Natt
vanessa ann
this is a tale
of two star-crossed lovers
with a love so powerful
they tainted the heavens
with bursts of colours

they were never meant to be;
mischievous little kids
finding love in sinful glee
in laughter, between dreams and reality

and though it was lawless,
they found solace
because in every prison,
they found a rhyme and a reason

but even for a love so great,
they could not escape
the fates’ wrath and envy

destiny pulled on their threads
cut them loose, thrusted them into misery;
for their memories were wiped clean,
but feelings remained as strong as they had ever been

the boy exiled in a far off land
across the pacific sea
the girl trapped in her need to break free
in a realm both boring and bland

ensnared in a labyrinth of woe
the lovers yearned for anything—
for something, for someone,
to obliterate this endless longing

the gods answered them
in the form of two loved ones
polished in every edge,
a perfect someone

but perfect felt too perfect
and not perfect enough
to fill up the hole
left by a perfectly imperfect

until one day the gods whispered
for the winds to push the two
and the birds to tug at their sleeves
over mountain and sea
even through the darkest valley
so their paths would finally meet

and so they did.

in the flurry of a moment
a pair of brown eyes met
and time was frozen
once more

the two stared intently
as if remembering a broken melody
a lost childhood song
branded as a wrong

the birds fluttered and flew
taking the cursed red fibre
snipped them in two
and the lovers felt all the lighter

it was the girl who spoke first:
“**** the stars.
i don’t want perfect,
i want you.”


eyes dazzling, the boy nodded:
“we’ll invert the universe—
the night sky a blank white
the stars pitch black
the earth moving in reverse”


the fates saw and surrendered
as the stars began to wither
for this love is love
in all its splendor

so the lovers walked away with a promise
under their breaths, they both swore:
“i lost you once,
but nevermore.”



they say no one can rewrite the stars,
so i propose we orchestrate supernovas.
 Jan 2018 Natt
Angela Rose
People always talk about being a perfect match
But nobody ever talks about how abruptly matches burn out
 Jan 2018 Natt
Alex A
Little Sister
 Jan 2018 Natt
Alex A
They are chiseling her,
They expect to get to her,
She is a mountain.
Unmovable.
Unbreakable.

A soft core.
A beautiful beast lives within,
A tortured one.

She wears a smile,
To hide the **** she is going through.

She lives in a foster house,
She has no parents,
She has no home,
She found a home in her friends
She found her family
Her true family , she barely sees.

Ahh little sister
You are in pain now.
I was as well , a long time ago
I persevered now i carry a smile wherever I go.
One day , that day will come, you will carry one hell of a smile.
A real smile , nothing but true happiness behind it.

You will be happy
A feeling that you deserve
A feeling that you seek.
Not a feeling more of a state
A state
That everything is OK
That you don't need to be confused
That you don't need to cry yourself to sleep
That you don't need me to make you happy or anyone for that matter,
A state where u feel,at last, at peace

Your the fighter
I m your coach
chanting your name
and you will win
I believe in you

I'm rooting for you
Stay strong little sister
Stay strong.....
 Jan 2018 Natt
Demonatachick
Our true worth we see before we die,
Our deeds through time are measured by those through grief that cry
Priceless- this feels a bit unfinished to me but I thought I'd share it anyway :)

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