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Jay Dayz May 2018
Why is white good?
Why is black bad?
When there's white lies,
when there's dark truths.

The bright light blinds;
the darkness creeps.
The light, it lies
the dark, speaks.

Our perception is clouded,
with lies bright as stars.
And it's only us who creep in the darkness
who can see our dying heart.

We need to realize;
white is not good,
dark is not bad.
And yet...
Dark is not good,
white is not bad.

There is a balance
We have to keep
Extremes blind our eyes,
and tie down our souls.
Sara May 2018
I loved til I was black and blue
without much right or reason to.
I loved you soft like morning dew.
You'll fool me once but never two.
dont wear your heart on your sleeve it will get wet
Mystic Ink Plus May 2018
Long ago,
This world broke her

She freed herself of fear
Building her own safe heaven
Now she is brighter
Stronger
Limitless, and
More alive

Still,
With the same soulful eyes
Kindness inside
Harmony and
An art of forgiveness.
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: The soul factor
POETRYDELIVERY Apr 2018
IIt takes two. co-exist. is for animals. Law ..
We are humans we already coexist.
We need to learn how to be the word we speak.
Meaning become one .
but takes two to make one
then why we except that it takes one now for one.
If two made one..
That one will grow believing that one is enough.
And it should be a live lesson to show two always stay two
so that one learns to fight and commit.
Become one with two..
Yes one is enough but two is better.
God did not say"here do what u can.
He said here you can do anything u want.
                                                 Joey Diaz
Unity, fight, fanily
Rj Apr 2018
It's her hands in yours that makes the world turn
Her bright smile in the dark that sends your head reeling
She leaves you gasping for breath
And you love every second of it
You drown in her eyes
Fall victim to the way she carries herself
Like she is the queen and the universe is her kingdom
She holds the world in her hand,
Spins it on her finger
She is the delicate balance of chaos and order
The precarious equilibrium of good and evil
She toes the fine line between love and hate
She is a whirlwind,
An unstoppable hurricane
You stand, stock still in the eye of the hurricane
Chest tight and heart beating fast
You breathe in,
She fills your lungs,
You breathe out,
And she is gone.
This poem has 0 things to do with me I was listening to a song n BOOM
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