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FMBurhan Mar 29
I love myself enough
to fall in love being me
without claiming i'm not them
without letting it ruin me
love yourself, cause our lives are in the brim of death
I wear many faces.
Skull-grin stiff and smiling,
they present a kaleidoscope,
a re-fractured, glass-shattered
symbolic representation.
Here’s to piecing it all together,
to the hope that one day
the snake-skin masks
will all shed.
Sept 2019
MA Oct 2017
This has been me
Didn't you notice?
I am not changed
I am simply the same

This has been me
I've always liked black
Wear loose tees
And act like a wack

This has been me
I'm still emo and weird
Nerdy at times
But loves to laugh hard

Yes, this has been me
That awkward person you knew
I haven't changed
Just so you know
Charlotte Jane May 2017
Stop laughing
Stop pointing
Stop staring at me
Can't you see
I'm hurt
Beated
Lying cold on the floor
With nothing but guilt
Guilt of having to be me
Guilt that slowly consumes me
Guilt which isn't supposed to be within me

I am me
What's wrong with it
I'm weird
Calm
and strange in a good way
What's wrong with being myself
that i get pointed, laughed and rejected at
at the point of feeling guilty to be ME
Me who sometimes wishes to exist among people!
This poem expresses the very experiences that i've gone through in life. Most of the time i've always been invisible to people but when i'm not i've probably been laughed at and teased. Sometimes i wonder what's wrong with me but then i try to think deeply as to what's wrong with those people!
sol Mar 2016
A few of my ambitions
are like shooting for the moon,
but landing among the stars.
Living, laughing, loving.

Places I want to be,
sights I want to see.
Where I can just be me.
Living, laughing, loving.

Australia, Europe, Africa.
Don’t forget about Canada.
And let’s not skip California.
Living, laughing, loving.

South America, Asia.
Maybe skiing in Alaska.
Santa Cruz and Auburn.
Living, laughing, loving.

Lebanon, Tennessee.
All these places I just want to see,
all these places where I want to be.
Living, laughing, loving.

If I could be one thing,
then I would just be me.
Generous and bold.
Living, laughing, loving.

Unique and confident,
and when the situation calls for it,
brave and inspiring.
Living, laughing, loving.

And there’s still so much more
that I have left in store.
A whole world to explore.
Living, laughing, loving.

So let’s climb the highest mountains,
go swimming in water fountains.
Nothing can break our plans.
As long as we’re living, laughing, loving.
i haven't been on in a while, oops.
we're experimenting with new types of poems in class.
this particular one is known as a litany. (although i'm not really sure, it's my first time writing one).

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