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 Oct 2018 Sierra Blasko
Gods1son
Sometimes, we experience heartbreaks
Well, maybe falling and breaking into pieces is not bad after all
Maybe it's an opportunity
Opportunity to see the tiny pieces we are made of
Opportunity to get rid of those pieces that are impurities in us
Opportunity to solve another puzzle and make a design even more beautiful!
 Oct 2018 Sierra Blasko
erin
shakti
 Oct 2018 Sierra Blasko
erin
They took her hand,
picked the flowers from her deep blue hair,
and trampled her to dust.
i wrote this for someone who i want to help but don't know how.
When they tear at you piece by piece
It's best to stand and find your peace
Even though your heart began to freeze
The last power you have to squeeze

Find your power
Or they'll devour
You within a hour
Let's make them sour

In the end we fight our battle
Don't let your world rattle
You're not the only one with scars
Look to the stars
There are millions of us
Broken and tired
Simply fired
We are wired
To tired  

So do your best
Forget the rest
Build your nest
And get some rest

Because tomorrow is another round
The power you found
To stick around
To stand your ground
They'll hear your sound
In peace I stare
While the oceans collide
With the fishes the hide
Remarkable beauty inside
With their arms wide
I fall inside

I sink with time
A different rhyme
Don't go too fast
I watch it pass
I breathe in class

The currents take me away
Leaving my soul astray
While they float to
I shallow the blue
Currents in hue

Soul of the ocean
We swim in perfect notion
In tune with motion
Motion of the ocean

In the depth our hearts lie
Our feet tied
Our souls wide
We swim inside

To the soul of the ocean
You don't need potions
You're in perfect motion
Motion of the ocean
Look
It’s  not that
I don’t appreciate
The words “are you ok?”
Because I know you are concerned
But first
Take a look at me
And ask yourself
“Do they look ok?”
In a bad mood. Sorry.
 Oct 2018 Sierra Blasko
Chloe W
I love to stand in the rain,
let it pour.
I would welcome a tropical storm.

I love to stand in the rain,
because each drop that falls
gently onto my bare skin
takes away just a little bit of pain.

I love to stand in the rain,
when I was little I hoped that
if I stood in this shower long enough
I might melt and be washed away.

I love to stand in the rain,
because it is the closest thing
to being touched by God.
I cling to
You,
desperately
searching for
a Sense of Self.
I weave
Myself with
colorful string,
taken from
You.
I need someone
to tell me
Who I Am:
my likes and dislikes,
my ambitions,
my dreams.
I can be Whoever
You
Want Me To Be,
but please,
don't leave,
because Without
You,
I am Nothing.
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