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Ferry rocks on waves
Teddy bear reeks of *****
Seagull soars past me
I once experienced a very stormy, wind-blown crossing of the Strait of Juan de Fuca.  Many a traveler were half armpit supported, half drug out onto the open deck where they cemented cold hands to the steel railing and hurled breakfast into the sea.
Suicide is a sin,
yet a sin so beautiful.

It stops… in a moment,
my heart stops,
my body falls,
my sorrows bleed away.

But…
but its mystery
is what makes it
more beautiful.
A beauty that will never scare me.
Lily 6d
take the monster out of your head
he’s making the script
he’s making you fend

approval at the heart of desire
but darling, aren’t you tired?
aren’t you sick of being wired?
sick of preaching lines,
sick of seeing signs

it’s all show and tell for them
give it away, let’s play pretend
you’re watering the garden
while they all grow and bend

but you don’t sing
it’s you that’s suffering
it’s not you thriving, but them
it’s you surviving, and dying again

send a message to your friend
tell her we will make amends
tell her we will build again
but this time, it’s you, not them
Let Them Judge You

Let them misunderstand you. Let them gossip about you. Their opinions aren't your problems. You stay kind, committed to love, and free in your authenticity.

No matter what they do or say, don't you dare doubt your worth or the beauty of your truth.

JUST KEEP SHINING LIKE YOU DO.

- anonymous
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Lily 6d
what’s happened to my thoughts?
perspectives run away
morals are flying everywhere
today i’ve found a new game
can i really call me sane?

i can’t see what i’m looking at
the mirror shifts and swirls
emotions bouncing off the walls
can we be free at all?
i want to be free
where is happy?

i want to know me
i want to know me
so others cannot call me phony
so i don’t lose myself again
so i can be a real, true friend

trust no one, well that’s no fun
but really we’ve already won
so **** the spider on your toungue
let us free and we will run

its true that we’ve already won
the light, that’s right, it’s coming soon
so turn your face towards the sun
and let the shadows fall behind you
Zywa 6d
In the eyes of the child
I read what it thinks of me
what it sees or guesses, how
I can be a lioness

can be everyone's friend
in word and deed
ready every day
jumping over any ravine

to the place where I want to be
finding of itself new questions
in the eyes of that child
with which an adventure begins
Collection "Untwisted"

Poem "Sueño despierto" ("Daydream", 1882, José Marti)
Usha 6d
I dreamt I died one silent night,
My soul still lingered, void of light.
My family wept, my body burned,
And life went on—no lesson learned.

My bed was thrown, my chair was gone,
My messages erased, my photo withdrawn.
Those I had loved forgot so fast,
The ones I despised praised me at last.

My books were sold, my clothes all cleared,
The world moved on—the truth appeared:
We live for others, day by day,
Yet they forget us when we fade away.

Then I awoke with trembling breath—
Grateful it was not my death.
I vowed that night, with heart set free,
To live this life—for only me.
This poem unveils the truth of life:
We sacrifice everything for others,
yet the world forgets us when we’re gone.
So live fully, live truly—for yourself.
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