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  May 2015 Shanna Stylee
McNe
Dark clouds gathered in the sky
No ray of light was seen from up high
The sky rumbled deafeningly
Like a child crying wholeheartedly

Pitter – patter, there goes the rain
Every drop descended in my window pane
I touched the glass with my hands so little
It calmed my heart that’s fragile and brittle

I ran outside and let the rain poured on me
I closed my eyes, blinding me from what I see
I fought and won... I have too many sins
Hoping in vain, may the raindrops make me clean

I opened my eyes, there was no more rain
I clutched my chest as I felt the same pain
I smiled as I went to bed with the same hope in my brain
Hoping that when it rains, I may become whole again
  May 2015 Shanna Stylee
Andrea G
Let's face it. This world has changed.
These new fads, 50 years ago would seem deranged.
Sure, we've changed for the best, but also for the worst.
If you aren't born beautiful, you think you're cursed.
They care more about your shoes, or the way you're dressed.
We used to be expressive, now we barely express.
No wonder more and more people claim to be depressed.
We care way too much about the way we look, we're obsessed.
Suddenly, you aren't cool if you didn't get at least 500 likes.
You can't tell one girl from another, they all look alike.
What happened to being original, being yourself.
This should matter more than your appearance or your wealth.
Suddenly, you aren't okay with who you are anymore.
You get tired of it all, so you slam the door.
Ads telling you, 'You're way too fat if you aren't smaller than  a size three.'
Or, 'Buy one diet pill bottle get the second on free!'
What ever happened to beauty being more than skin deep?
Girls being so concerned with that one pesky pimple, that they're losing sleep.
This isn't just girls anymore, but also guys.
They don't enjoy themselves, but little do they know that time flies.
So much pressure, put on them to be the perfect Tumblr boy.
That's cool but where's the joy.
Society has taught us that it's no longer acceptable to love who you are.
Don't you think that we've gone a bit too far?
You aren't beautiful if you're not skinny as a twig.
If you eat a lot, you're considered a pig.
Religion telling you that God doesn't love you if you're lesbian bi, or  gay.
When will they learn that you can't choose who you love, that you don't have a say.
More and more people are committing suicide.
All because they were scared to share what they felt inside.
You have no idea how many people I see with cuts on their arms.
Is this the new trend, To self harm?
Look around you, don't you think enough is enough.
Stop judging each other, and learn how to love!
Can't we just accept one another's flaws?
Stop following the rules that society draws.
You think you're gay, That's great!
You should be able to date whoever you want to date!
You're a little bigger than the other girls?
Don't be shy, own your curves!
You just can't seem to get those abs?
There's so much more to you than that.
I don't expect everything to be fixed today.
But only until everyone's accepted, only until then, will everything be okay.
  May 2015 Shanna Stylee
Xan Abyss
Tiny lover resting gently against me
Dancer on the painted winds
Singer of the magic songs of the Old World
Angel born with pixie wings

You're my northern star
When I'm lost in the dark
So I'm never lost for long
I wage war with my childish heart
and still you sing my song

I know you would drink poison
if it would save my life,
But I'd never let harm come to you
Even to save my life

Let us run and hide
In the last of the wilds
Take flight into the sky
And we'll live there for a while
in a Castle on the Clouds
Where we'll watch the stardust shine
Above the strife in Never, Neverland
Where I'm yours, and you are mine

You're my guiding light
When I'm lost in the night
So I'm never lost for long
Our battles are fierce and hearts have been pierced
and still you sing my song

You were made for so much more
Than this provincial life
But would you stay forever
With me here in the sky?

Let us run and hide
In the last of the wilds
Take flight into the sky
And we'll live there for a while
in a Castle on the Clouds
Where we'll watch the stardust shine
Above the strife in Never, Neverland
Where I'm yours, and you are mine

My rose shall never wither
As long as I love you
And if you still love this sinner
Then I'll always love you
A lone song to the savior of this monstrous Peter Pan.
Shanna Stylee May 2015
Hope is imagined.                 Purpose is created.

Time is simple.

                    Our truth Is behind our soul

Our  disguise is
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Only  a   m o m e n t   t o   s p a r e
*we confess our  reality  *
Driven by our selfishness
Real
  May 2015 Shanna Stylee
Mike Essig
I would  kiss you
under cherry blossoms,
pink petals drifting down
like parachutes of desire
covering us with beauty.

I would kiss you
in the rain, drenched to
the bones not noticing
the fat raindrops
kissing us both back.

I would kiss you
in the wildest woods
surrounded by rustling leaves
beneath the jealous eyes
of voyeuristic birds.

But I have no idea
when I will kiss you
or where or even what
will happen when I do.

Still, in my imagination
it will be the right time,
the right place and
the right circumstance.

And it will be exactly
like kissing lightening.
   ~mce
A shocker of a poem...
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