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Another barrier gone
And finally, my lies can end,
For five days a week
And two afternoons
I can be comfortable,
Safe in my skin,
I can sing and write
Of wings and dresses
Of being weak and loving it
Of looking in a mirror
And seeing me looking back
Free to dance and giggle
And look sweet, look cute,
Look pretty
And be unafraid
To feel pretty too
To smile at the world
With the giddy joy of a child
For this is my start,
This is my beginning,
I am May,
And I am a confident,
free, pretty and happy
 Jun 2016 Prodigy
Lu Lu
 Jun 2016 Prodigy
Lu Lu
It's frightening how a single moment can feel like an e t e r n i t y. . .
The moment when

The tide turns in it's favor, and
a tsunami the world has never seen
breaches a land the world has never known.

Dilated pupils reveal a darkness stars have never lit.

Your heart thunders in your chest,
a storm only one will ever rage.

Tremors skate across your hands,
an earthquake only one will ever feel.

Thoughts take the roads untraveled,
an adventure only one will ever take.

The final boss soundtrack plays endlessly,
but the ******* never shows.
Challenge: describe anxiety to someone who's never felt it. It's a very personal experience that is different for every individual.
Always keep fighting is what you say
You help me realize it's going to be okay.
You have a way with words, how could I ever repay?
I love you dearly, it's as clear as day,
You help me wipe my tears away.
Thank you for lighting up my world, which is no longer grey.
I want you to know that you're in my heart, and in my heart you'll stay.
I love Jared Padalecki. I want him to know how much he's done for me and for other people. He's amazing and I hope he always keeps fighting.
 Jun 2016 Prodigy
These Hands
 Jun 2016 Prodigy
I am a man
Who screams by night
And smiles by day.
I look at myself, I don't see me anymore
Just a shell from before, empty and haggard.
My eyes have lost their shine.
The path ahead forgotten
Trudging through mud, looking to the sky.
Now I know for certain, soon I will die.
Not from coincidence or neglect;
From these hands of mine.
 Jun 2016 Prodigy
Tark Wain
Maybe I don't have a One

This isn't meant to be depressing
although I agree it may come off that way
I just want to be realistic

Maybe I don't have a One

People die for no reason all the time
I don't mean to be somber
these are just facts
do think they had all fallen in love?
do you think their lives were fulfilled?

Maybe I don't have a One

We're force-fed fairytales
peddled parables of Princes and Princesses
love is just a product
no different than chocolate
or straight to DVD CDs of Dumb and Dumber
Not everybody has a bicycle

Maybe I don't have a One

Don't get me wrong
I'm as hopeless a romantic as the next guy
I'm sure people do find love
and a couple consists of two people
so they very well may make up the majority
but as obvious as it may sound to say
50 is not 100
some is not all
and everybody might not have a somebody

Maybe I don't have a One

This wasn't meant to be sad
I just feel like we're all fed a certain narrative
that may or may not be true
which is fine
I just don't think it's crazy
to admit that

Maybe I don't have a One
 Jun 2016 Prodigy
Tolani Agoro
 Jun 2016 Prodigy
Tolani Agoro
3AM this morning, you broke my heart
You had me in your palms and you ripped me apart
3AM this morning, there was no more us
No more me and you left to discuss
3AM this morning, you left me alone
Not even in person, not a call but a text on the phone
3AM this morning, I felt my heart ache
I felt my arms shiver and I felt my knees quake
3AM this morning, I no longer had you
I lost my sun, my stars, my earth and my moon
3AM this morning, I felt a great loss
I miss you, I MISS YOU, no sugarcoats or  gloss
3AM this morning felt like a dream
Tell me this is a joke or part of some scheme
Come back to me please cuz 3AM was a nightmare
Come back to me so our lives we can share
Come back so I can hold you again
So I can love you the right way with no distain
You have my heart, lock and key
I will fight for you if you are willing to fight for me
 May 2016 Prodigy
 May 2016 Prodigy
Once upon a time
there was, of course,
the universe
and all the thousands of stars that scraped against its sky like knives
and there were the planets that brooded under the canopy of oblivion
as if they'd each realised the pointlessness
to dancing with only their own animosity

and one of these planets was green and blue,
like acne against the hate-blackened expanse of forever.
And this planet, it called itself the world.

And in that world, once upon a time, there was a girl.

And this girl?
She thought in explosions.

Her eyes would close
and the grey coloured streets of her life
and her future would merge into one-
into her own personal nirvana,
the same colour futility as her flesh
and the girl would kneel down at dignity's bare feet
and she would name herself the champion of determination
as she fought for all of those who could not fight
and listened to the taste of foreign words on British tongues
and didn't quite collect the delicacy.

Her lashes would beat back the barbed-wire smiles of reality
and the inevitable exile of her past,
and against the white-washed, mandatory straight-line walls she'd willingly built her brain up to mimic,
the girl would sit and stop
and stop
and stop
and stop forcing herself into place
like a jigsaw puzzle piece that didn't quite fit-
and instead, she thought.

And her thoughts were explosions.

Her heart would empty itself
into her head
in the backseat of infinity's own 4 wheel drive,
and the boot would be filled with books that she'd read long ago,
(and then forgotten)
and the steering wheel would be turned only by metaphor,
or by the sort of similes that lose themselves
in a darkened room
to the words that grin
with shark-toothed ferocity into kisses.

When the girl's eyes were closed,
and her breathing was heavy
and locked away inside her ribs of glass
and her cage of self-inflicted agony,

the tears scrawled their way across her face
like blood that’s past it’s sell-by date-

and it was only when her eyes were closed that she understood that even when her eyes were open, they were not.

Even when she was awake, she was not awake.

The honeyed sunrise yawned its way across the horizon
like dreams, or maybe marker pen,
as if the sun was tired of telling the same bedtime stories to the moonlight that it always has-
and the girl was tired of
painting her personality the florid colours
that faded to a monochrome ice that burned,
and tired of hiding behind
some great façade of deprivation
that she did not feel
but yet the world still sent her the score to sing along to.

The girl was tired of this,
but still
she did not speak the explosions in her head

because out loud,
for real,
everyone knows that it doesn’t do to speak in explosions.

And the girl wished

that she could bombard the world
with all her hatred
and all her hope,
and she wished that she did not have to strip
the strafes of passion for the smallest things
away from her soul
like badly chosen wallpaper.

In this girl’s head, at least, her thoughts were explosions.

And yet,

she wanted to speak to raze the world
and shatter the stars

back into the oblivion that they came from.
 May 2016 Prodigy
Jude kyrie
Things I want for you

i want to capture
the breath of mist
that rises from a water lily
in the first summer light.
but above this
to capture the reflections
of sunlight that falls upon your skin
when morning calls a new day.

I want to taste the perfume
of flowers on my tongue.
and to shine like
the dreaming moon
as you fall asleep.

I want to be in your dreams
spending the sleeping hours
still with you.
and to be there
as your eyes open
in the awakening dawn.

I want to plant seeds of love
in the fertile green valley
and harvest thier fruits
all though the years.

I want to cherish you
and give all my  purest
love to you.
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