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Vish Sep 24
these eyes have cried an ocean of tears,
this heart has endured hurt in the form of daggers and swords,
this mouth has kept an eternity of words unspoken,
these ears have heard things that can’t be forgotten,
this body has fought wars that are yet to be won
-
but this phoenix will rise from the ashes,
unshaken and unbroken,
like the heat of the sun that’s ever burning,
warming everything it touches,
the phoenix will be unrestrained,
insuppressible,
and effervescent
whatever you’re going through, you will get through it
i love you
Carmen Jane Sep 21
Most green is ebbing away,
Only to reveal true colors
The red and the yellows,
They brighten my day

The green wicked witch
Hid her true colors,
Using hate and powers
Never had time to switch

Have you seen the bravery?
Have you seen the love
It's not trendy or it's unsavory
It's all hidden, thereof

Words are dancing aleatory
No one  jumps so high to catch them
They prefer an allegory
Using words they get from scrum.
newpoetica Aug 25
i decided to drop in and say hello, expecting that my nervous feelings would soon mellow.

he said hey in return,
my heart set on fire and i could feel it burn.

but i'll let him in and go after that beautiful face,
and hope that somewhere in his heart i'll find a place.
MellowWrath Aug 13
No pain is greater than loss
For each breath becomes more painful
Each tear more bitter
And each voice more broken.
But only release can turn itself into divine
As we turn toward silent prayers
As we drop to our knees and join our hands
Whispering raw names.
Let us be heard, Us who have lost
For we are all fated
As if sharing the same body,
To lose what we hold most dear.
Let our tears dry, our breath quicken with life and want, let our chants resonate in the emptiness that surounds us
For eternity if not a life time.
It is hard to go on.
Jasmin Aug 9
Sitting still with eyes that wander
The mind is sane yet lost in a wonder
"Coffee spilled from a broken mug
Though the stains remained to fog
It is now bared from a steamy hug."

Sitting still with rested eyes
The mind was unclear but now is wise
"No need for a mug, need not to hide
A coffee so precious must be spilled
To tame the wild."
Manish Kumar Jul 20
Early to bed & early to rise,

makes a man healthy, wealthy &wise.

It's what has been told ,

by men who were wise.

But there are people,

who don't follow such advice.

They work day and night

even in freezing ice,

and guard in fields

where their feet get eaten by mice.

They are the soldiers

and what they do, is called sacrifice.
Jade Jul 11
You say the rain is
beautiful,
yet you judge me for crying.

If I went to school with you,
chances are
you've probably seen me cry
(and I cry a lot).

I would like to thank those
who consoled me during
my epoch of sadness,
one that reached out before me
like bubblegum stretched
to ligaments between nervous fingers
(I don't chew gum often,
but those fingers belonged to me).

Your kindness.
is remembered warmly.

But to those of you who
criticized me incessantly.
Called me
cry baby. overdramatic. weak.  
behind my back;

to those of you
who deliberately concealed
the truth from me--
unfortunate truths, they were
but truths that concerned
my reputation, nonetheless--
because you felt the need to
spare yourselves from the
"discomfort" and "annoyance"
my tears would bring you;

to those of you who
labelled me as if I were a
cardboard delivery box
containing fine china--
FRAGILE,
HANDLE WITH CARE

(REFRAIN FROM HONESTY):

your remarkable lack of compassion
serves you no purpose.
There is nothing noble
about making a satire of
other people's sorrow.
Being a stoic does not make
you stronger than me.

You cannot possibly comprehend
the strength I carry:

Many times I have shattered
and many times--
every time--
I have put myself back together again.

I conquer the Olympus of jigsaw pieces
that my heart has crumbled to,
place each fragment of myself
between my teeth,
letting the cardboard and paint
melt against my tongue
like Listerine breath strips.

Despite the bitter aftertaste of broken,
I feast until I am whole again.

I cry.

I lick my wounds.

And then I heal--

I always heal.

And my dreaded stoics,
you could heal too
if it weren't for your
self-righteous denial of
the deluge.

Watch me drink from its waters,
toast in acknowledgement to the pain.

I let myself feel
as I am meant to feel.

I let myself break
as I am meant to break.

I hope one day you come to learn
that there is
nothing
braver than that.

~

Whenever I shatter,
the Gods scream
"Opa!"
in celebration.

Because they know very well that
broken I shall not remain.
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Creation abounds
It wants to be found
It seeks to be shared
Please don’t be scared
Because nobody cares

Nobody cares in the best kind of way
The way in which people don’t judge one another
We’re really just filling our vision with colors
Impressions appear but it’s rare when they stay

No one will see if you fumble or stumble
And if they do see, well let’s all be humble
How much of their attention will even go
To encode your fleeting failure at flow

So zoomed into our narrow view
We fail to see events unraveling
We look for something to do
Constantly time traveling

Forget the past
The future is glass
Relax and be pleasant
Let’s stay in the present

In this moment nobody cares
The spotlight you fear shines from within
So emerge from your hidden lair
And finally let your life begin
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Lara Mari Jun 20
No.
I will not be victim to you anymore.
You’ve tormented me. Mauled me.
Like a shroud you hung above me.
You were a ghost, a goblin, a ghoul.
I couldn’t eat, sleep, work, think.
No.
I cannot let you overpower me.
I’m strong, you see?
I’ve faced everything you’ve flung at me.
I’m still alive. Breathing. Functioning.
No.
I will smother you. ****** you
With the very knives you’ve thrown at me.
I was a weakling, you coward.
You took advantage of me.
No.
I can do it. I will fight you. You will lose.
No.
No.
No!
Deadwood Jawn Jun 13
YOU ALL
TELL ME
YOU FEEL SIMILAR
YOU FEEL THE SAME
YOU FELT IT TOO

YET

I DO NOT SEE IT

YOU NEVER SHOW ME.

WHERE IS YOUR VALOR!?

I AM OUTRAGED WITH THE LACK OF YOUR EVIDENCE PRESENTED TO ME.

GIVE IT TO ME!

HOW COULD YOU EXPECT THE FAITHLESS AND HOPELESS

TO RESIDE IN THE SHELTER OF FAITH IN THIS MATTER?

WHERE IS YOUR VALOR!?
OUTRAGE.
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