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 Sep 2015 Ravi
Robert Blankenship
My body bares the weight
Of passed and passing time
After time is used
And is no longer mine

I think that it shall be
When I am called to heavens shore
My soul will forever live
As time dies and is no more

RLB
 Aug 2015 Ravi
Lydia
Let's make a crown out of roses
Let's have a color war and save the tshirts
Let's build a rope swing over the river
Let's build a fort out of blankets and lock ourselves in
Let's get our faces painted
Let me write your name in glitter
Let's make a cake together
Let's walk home together
Let's find each others' faces in the clouds or the night sky
Let's paint pictures of each other
Let's decorate for the holidays and wear coordinating Halloween costumes
Let's be afraid to dress up fancy
Let's get excited over tv shows and movies and comic books
Let's go roller skating together
Let's go to Comic Con and Vidcon
Let's sneak out and have caffeine after four pm
Let's sneak out and pretend that we know what the hell we're doing
Let's be together.
Please comment :)
 Aug 2015 Ravi
Lydia
My life is not poetic.
I grew up sick on the bathroom floor
I learned that my stomach was broken and it would be until I was twelve
I learned how to swallow pills
I learned the directions to the hospital
And all of my doctors' phone numbers

I grew up at four in the morning
Horrified that if I cried too loud my parents would wake up,
Lonely and isolated,
No one to reach out to,
I learned that everybody else knew how to fall asleep

I grew up in hospital waiting rooms
I learned how to spit out the same information over and over again
I learned that I wasn't allowed to cry when they stuck needles in me
I learned that my body wasn't mine anymore until they learned how to fix it

I grew up like a lot of other people
Except I couldn't go on roller coasters
And I was good friends with the school nurse
I stayed home most of December my fifth grade year
After hospital tests, my daddy didn't make me go back to school.
First grade me remembers falling asleep in the MRI
Fifth grade me remembers giving up on therapy
High school me cut herself because she was afraid of getting sick
My life is not poetic
All the stuff in between sounds pretty

But some days I still wake up alone on the bathroom floor
Out of medication and out of hope because I was the small percent that didn't grow out of my genes when I was twelve
High school me has flashbacks to the hospital waiting rooms
I remember the face of the nurse who did the ultrasound
And the one who did my second x-ray
I grew up afraid of my own broken body that nobody quite knew how to put back together
Very honest poem about my struggle with chronic illness as a child and now into high school (CVS: the disorder, not the pharmacy). I hope that this can show a couple people that they are not alone. I probably don't know your pain, as every chronic illness is different, but I know how scary it is to get tested on and waiting to find out what's wrong and I know that a lot of things like this are not really discussed. I want to change that. I want people to talk about the chronic illness that don't get fundraisers or fancy ways to raise awareness. The easiest way to raise awareness is to just talk about it. So I hope that this will show some people that you shouldn't be embarrassed and really that we should be talking about these things. Please comment and share your stories :)
 Aug 2015 Ravi
Just Melz
Grand Slam
 Aug 2015 Ravi
Just Melz
Running marathons through my mind
One of a kind
Time and time again
You keep playing this game
The rules always change
You're doing laps around the field
And I'm just your home base
A rest stop when you need to change lanes
Like I'm nitro for your ego
But I'm running low on oxygen
And you've had enough nitrogen
Keep scoring singles if you got to
But you're about to miss your chance
At a grand slam
Cause I'm scouting out a new partner
Who's playing the same game
That I am
 Aug 2015 Ravi
Just Melz
Whether it be secrets or lies
She keeps them hidden inside
Miseries and agonies too
She's beside herself
Without the silence,
Too much noise breaks through
Not knowing what else to do
She runs to that place
Where she keeps her silence
Hidden away
It's dark there
And filled with so much pain
But she can never let the silence escape
Too many losses and nothing to gain
Let the tears rain, she can't explain
So, she hides herself in her dreams
With the silence she keeps
 May 2015 Ravi
Amber Blank
Right or Left
Up or down
Too many choices for the weak willed
No one to do it for you
No one to show you which path is safe
Uncertainty is your nightmare
Bound to a turntable of opportunity
Spinning so fast you don't have time to grab anything that you may want
Dizzy from distractions of this empty universe
Your mind is flooded with options
Every minute a new one surfaces
New what ifs
You are so lucky, but have no clue that you hold something so priceless
You have already attained it but don't know how to truly see it
An apparition of a possession so valuable that the owner can not even prevent it from harm.
Fool to believe that it could be safe with you
Wasted hope, tortured wishes
Your apprehension to choose has left holes in this option
Left emptiness where once was fate.
Take your time
Choose wisely
For the choice of mine is no longer yours
 May 2015 Ravi
SøułSurvivør
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Extemporanious
Off the cuff
We are freestyle
Can't get enough!

Write on!
Write on!
Throw away the notes!
Quit all the rewrites...
The headaches! The quotes!

Write on!
Write on!
Scribble a few lines
Essentially we're NEVER happy
With what grows from the vine...

Just put pen to paper
Let the ink be
Then make a paper airplane...

... let fly POETRY!!!

SoulSurvivor
This is not really a challenge.
It's more of a prompt.

Write FREE!!!

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 May 2015 Ravi
ryn
I stand at the feet
of this stunning sunset,
The sparks in my eyes,
light each star.

          
Rhythm of each twinkle,
          synced with that of my own.
          Strong and sure,
          albeit few and far.


Nameless wind brings to me,
stories of silky clouds
I pull your smile deep in my heart
and finally can breathe.

          
Familiar words
          without cloaks nor shrouds.
          Just words...
          Yours and mine to reveal what
          our hearts would unsheathe.


What day is this?
Perfect to find
the rebirth of
freshly dewed dreams.

          
It isn't yesterday
          nor is it tomorrow
          It's today...
          Where the sun would see us
          weave our tapestries
          through promise-bound seams.


I feel deep in my heart,
a fluttery stirring,
A hope,
a strength to reach out to you.

          
This hope you speak of...
          Tethered by no thread or string
          Mending my universe
          and making it new.

          So now I stand
          at the end of this set...
          Seeking the beacon
          that I had known.
          I'd again brave through this day
          tomorrow...
          Just so that I could hear your heart
          that beats with my own...



     *Dajena M

     *ryn
 May 2015 Ravi
SøułSurvivør
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i sit outside
in early morn
watch the new day
as it's born

still dark
the streetlights
highlight trees
the branches sway
within the breeze

forgetting all
the lover lost
a night is spent
to turn and toss

but now
this Friday has begun
the mountains a fulcrum
to lift the sun

now i just sit
gaze and sigh
Venus a tear
to
glint
the

sky


soulsurvivor
5/1/2015
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after another restless night
and failed love
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