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Jupiter 1m
I love the mirror I got for my birthday
Its frame is plain and shiny.
Well made of rare and long dead trees.
I see in details a shape that’s s crafted
In time with care, by knowing hands
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how it blinds me when the light shines on it,
how I can barely see a thing.
It’s then I wonder who that face is
And how it turns, and looks,
for other mirrors
To look in
Kyle 4m
She intelligent she funny she kind but most important of all she made me happy
I felt like we were so close bit in reality we are so far apart. I truely do feel when i go 1 step further in life in reality im going 2 back. My thoughts and opinions on u beautiful will never change no matter the outcome. I will forever love u even if it does drive me crazy because your my beloved <3
Green and refined,
Ancient and divine,
Only the devoted are blessed with the fortuity
To paint with your colors,
To master your intricate rituals,
To consume your ichor,
To worship each and every form you take.

Those who have never known you
Or refuse to bask in your light
Will call this idolatry or heresy,
That your right to be worshipped does not compare,
But they'll never know the privilege
Of feeling your warmth in their ephemeral bodies,
And tasting your sanctity,
So they can speak your tongue and cry their fervent praise.
ac 7m
“you’re so mature for your age”
i was 8
i don’t think i should be mature at 8
i shouldn’t even know what “mature” means
i should’ve been a kid but he robbed me

“YOU NEED TO ACT YOUR AGE”
i am!! i finally am!!!
i’m 14 and messed up completely
this is what it’s like now to be a teen

“act like an adult”
yet i’m treated like a child
no wonder you think im wild

your calling me crazed?
babe im freaking insane!!
i’m 16 and everytime that you call
i bang my head against the wall
i wanna KICK,
SCREAM,
and CRY!!
but that’s not how i should behave
it’s not how i was raised
because im “so mature for my age”
Shambhavi 11m
Sometimes the clouds of thought gather too thick,
Blanketing the soul,
Until it forgets.....
The vast blue it once called home.
Stress can really cause random poetries😅
Karen 12m
Delicate the bud
Like the heart not yet open
A love incomplete
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