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F A Pacelli Aug 6
more collaboration
     than competition
more compassion
     than callousness
more creativity
     than conformity
Amanda Jan 25
You were the smallest baby when you were born
How could we have guessed you'd be such a thorn?
You put the twinkle in our eye
It reminds me daily when I look at my thigh.

I hate moments we argue, hate when we fight
You have been so wrong but mostly you're right
Can't imagine giving birth to a child
You sacrificed lots to make sure I smiled

I dedicated life to my daughter
Little did I know that would stupidly start some slaughter
Now you go begin life on your own
I stand back watching how much you have grown
Very confident and bold
More valuable than silver or gold

I did not ask to be brought into this world
Hands tiny, innocently curled
So much time has passed since then
Now you're not just my mom, you're my best friend!

Raising you taught me so much
With more ahead in store
Every day that passes I
Love more and more
Me and my mom did this collaboration together i thought it was pretty badass
Angel Turner Jan 13

It’s little more than a quiet thought.
The impending feeling that the loneliness
was a creation of my own imploding self-conscious.
I wouldn’t have hurt you voluntarily,
so what outside force could know my mind so well?

It’s little more than a spoken word.
The rumble of the oncoming storm could be felt
from as close as 1.6 miles away,
where the darkness of your room invaded the
not-so secret spots of your heart.

I’m prone, to the truth in your words.
I’m not used to the idea of confronting my thoughts
And sorting them out to you.
Is it that I spoke wrong words? Or I stopped before they meant anything?
You mean so much, and now you are out of my reach.
I did the first two stanzas and Austin did the third. I really like it, it's the first poetry collaboration I've done.
Zoe G Dec 2018
I hold on to everything  
yet I can't seem to let anything go
Broken shards of
that mock me
And fight my mind.

At night these thoughts  
destroy me and take over my soul
And suddenly,
I find myself
Quiet and all alone

"It's okay to tell me everything,
Yes,every single thought"
they say.
But how will that help when these
Troubling emotions  
Won't go away

So here I am again
at night  
Afraid of myself,
afraid of the light
And suddenly I find myself
And out of control

I feel like a lonely star
in the sky.
In this life I once
felt hope but
it became too
to repair from the
troubling emotions!

My smile hides these
and you only know
my cover,
But I just want something  
to not feel this terror.

I get broken each day,
Keeping these  
emotions in my core,
I wish I'd find  
Myself very soon.

I won't practice  
my smile in the mirror
Or make my fake smiles
More clear
I'm  tired of living behind  the mask
I hope while reading this you are able to see both sides as one.
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elle jaxsun Nov 2018
emerald linen edged with jade
a book titled with my name

and it’s heavy.

i flip through the pages
but they’re blank.

or maybe they’re written
in a way i cannot see

or maybe it was never written at all.

or maybe it’s a reflection,
an empty book, an empty me.

& maybe I’ll write it someday.
I had the pleasure of working with Boi again! This time I shared my poem and he gave me some awesome ideas for adding more concrete images into the poem. If you'd like to check out Boi's awesome work, you can find it here:

Thank you, Boi!

Original (11/19):

a book with my name on it.
i flip through the pages.

but they're blank

or maybe i just can't read them
or maybe it was never written
and maybe i'll write it one day.
Inked Quill Jun 2018
She slept in the day
It was a curse
She dreamt with the lights on
For the night was hers
Dreaming of him
She tosses & turns
Her heart the embers
And her soul that burns
To dream is to cheat
The real world it seems
Because everything that’s good
Happens in dreams
A winding mirage
Of bittersweet taste
Cravings & memories
Some slow, some in haste
The dreams, her dreams
Were never in waste
Matia James Jun 2018
Here I sit.
This is the end. I'm holding my breath as I'm counting to ten. Cause this is the end. It's dark....everything is dark. There is no light. I can't believe there's no light here. Where is everybody? There's nobody here but me. I don't know whether I'm up or down,here or there. There is nowhere to walk so I'm sitting here well at least I think it's here, although I'm not sure where here is. There's nothing here. I used to be afraid of dying but death......death is better than this.
Lately I've lost myself and I've felt so alone. Sitting in the dark while crazy thoughts run through my mind.....death is becoming and before I was able to stop it but now I just lay back and relax as it comes. If this is the end then I embrace it because I can't bare to keep hiding and faking it. It takes a lot to run away from the darkness because darkness is everywhere. I can no longer see the's no longer bright, I no longer see the sunlight..everyday that goes past I feel like the end is coming closer and closer. All alone, waiting for the end, waiting for death. If this is the end then take me away....another time, another place, another galaxy. I no longer know the difference between here or there. I just know I'm defeated, I'm dying inside, I'm broken.  
Here I sit....all alone with nothing but my thoughts, breaking down to nothing, all alone in the dark. Sipping liquor, waiting to pass out, wondering if I'll wake up and finally see a sun rise. Nope nothing but darkness clouds surround my head and I see that this is officially the end.
Just expressing how sometimes life can get the best of you and you can feel like death is your only option but don't let it be the end. Stay and fight
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