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 Apr 2021 Sura
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
i love to watch the sunrise breaking at the dawn
in between the mountains bringing in the morn,

lighting up the valleys and its pastures green
such a lovely sight one that must be seen.

it gives a sense of freedom and makes you feel so free
this lovely piece of nature for all the world to see
 Apr 2021 Sura
June
rare aesthetic
 Apr 2021 Sura
June
grey skies, the same daily routines
feeling numb most days
like a tree collapsing after a storm
stable on the outside
but broken inside
thus impossible for people to see

sleepless nights
late night texts
my brain like a carousel
never ending thoughts
getting to know someone
already thinking of not being enough

seen messages
waiting to be replied
well, darling you feel
waiting, knowing its useless
well aware you don't define me
my worth is out of your reach
 Apr 2021 Sura
ruyol
i'm in love with you
and i know that love is just a shout into the void
and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed
and that one day all of our labours will be returned to dust
and i know that the sun will swallow the only earth we will ever have, and i'm in love with you
sorry.
- j'san
 Apr 2021 Sura
an artist
the exact middle, she claims
i'm neutral, she says
i don't pick sides, she proclaims

no, no
the exact middle is never
the exact middle
of nothing

we are always in the middle
of something

when i hear her say,
"you know i've never picked sides,"
what i really hear is:
"i don't care enough to care"
"my comfortability, my ignorance, is worth more than someone else's struggles"
"my silence is more important than another's life"

what i hear is you giving up, giving in,
because it's not your problem, right?

no, no
the exact middle
is never
a "neutral" place to be
 Mar 2021 Sura
Lauren Johnson
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
 Mar 2021 Sura
Elizabeth Zenk
If I was supposed to
be defined by grades on
a paper, or by words in
a dictionary

I wouldn’t have
been born human.

If I was supposed to
be confined by margins
on an essay, or by stars
on a flag.

I wouldn’t have
the ability to create.

If I was supposed to
be defined by hatred
to my name or by my
disgraceful past.

I wouldn’t have
been born me.
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