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Abby 9h
Can you grade a mother’s cries
take points off for the look in her eyes

Can you fail the trees for its bark
give the warmth of the sun a mark

Can you score a bird on its tune
and evaluate the sky on the moon

Can you give a number to the kindness of a child
or rate their eyes as they smiled

Can you test on running through the grass
get your heart to pass

In front of tests and quizzes we have knelt
our souls screaming to be felt
I hate this society’s need to assign a number to everything and anything, and would rather be a slave to school than be free in nature; everyone brainwashed to forget the earth
Angel 9h
As winter bows out and spring takes the stage,
Our love blossoms anew, turning every new page.
Like flowers that blossom in the warmth of the sun,
Each moment together shows our hearts have won.

With the summer’s bright glow and fall’s gentle sway,
We cherish each season that comes into play.
Through laughter and light, under starlit skies,
My love, in your presence, my spirit will rise.
Angel 9h
In gardens bright, where laughter’s light,
We chased the sun till stars took flight.
Each secret shared, a friend so near,
In every smile, we felt no fear.

In the dawn of dreams, all wishes soared,
As innocence danced, our spirits roared.
A treasure trove of blissful scenes,
In childhood’s heart, we’re kings and queens.
When a voice sounds
against a wall of deaf
ears that turns a blind
eye, its echo, is born !

Tides turn for a similar
reason and that’s why
people can hear a sea
repeat itself, in a shell.

But where does time
go when we are not
watching the clock &
does it ever come back?
Angel 10h
She never got to dance
Or go to her own prom.
She never got the chance
To forget where she came from.

She never got to kiss,
A man she idolized.
She never felt love's bliss,
Cause she was paralyzed.

She never got to talk
About love with a smile.
She never got to walk
Down a church's aisle.

She never got to say
Those precious words, "I Do."
But she was far and away
The strongest girl I ever knew.

She couldn't brush her hair
Or put make up on her face.
She couldn't hold you dear
Or give you a warm embrace.

She couldn't clasp her hands
As if in the form of prayer.
She couldn't understand
Why she was in a wheelchair.

She never showed her fears
Or let you hear her cries.
She never showed the tears
That fell down from her eyes.

She never looked for pity
Or sympathy from you.
That's why she'll always be
The strongest girl I ever knew
"There's something and there's nothing."
A simple line with creativity.

A wish of myself to be spun around not in control.
No blame towards me for my actions.
Something they'd call crazy, but I'd call freedom.

To laugh loud and weird.
To let loose and ****.
Drunken with time to waste.
A poison in my blood, wanting more and more like an addiction.

If only the strings were tied to my neck, to restrain and suffocate me.

Oh how wonderful that'd be.
If only the master of these strings placed on me, would be more deranged.
Then we could be one.

My mind filled with thoughts of blood shed.
Cries and scream of fellow humans.
How beautiful would it be?
Like Beethoven's 5th symphony, a dramatic masterpiece.

To reach that feeling of death or near, wouldn't that be wonderful?
A thought people would criticize my curiosity for.
But in the big name of science, it's an excuse.
It's "okay".

The idiotic minds of people.
I a person myself would understand.
A self-considered different.

One who reads these people like books, but without background what is there to understand?
A troublesome translation.

But to play around with such fools, make my blood boil with excitement.

Gut wrenching but fun.
Mind controlling and twisted, but these sides are inner and outer.

Who is there to know?
Just shut them like rats stuck in a trap.
A treat to lure and they're trapped.
Kim Seul 10h
Wounds weep, there's no balm.
Your tears fall louder than pain's calm.
Afraid? No, just worried.
Anxious, anxious—
Ekneirbrucnaowdey—
thoughts slipping, tripping, fading to gray,
Where even the stars despair to find their way.

One, two, three—the stars fall,
Amidst the golden light's sinking stall.
Void, empty, it is,
With no sun to guide which planet to which.
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