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Jewel Yuzon Dec 2017
go back to your roots -- so I dug,
knuckles deep in mud, where the roots were thickest.
Worms tied themselves around my fingers;
it had been a good year for rain.
I dug past tunnels and underground kingdoms
until the soil crumbled
until pebbles became boulders became bone
until spines stitched the earth shut,
scars that once hemorrhaged
something distant.
I dug until my knuckles bled
and dirt puddled into paludal flames.
Sweat glistened in the lava light and sizzled
drip by drip from my fingertips. For miles more
ash choked me, pressure suffocated me,
fire consumed me, ripped me up raw as I screamed,
I kept digging until I scraped the last of molten earth aside
and gazed onto what keeps an earth whole,
what I’ve always known: the liquid fury within.
Shofi Ahmed Oct 2017
When all in all
is beautiful.
To face it
the rest is too small!
Can a fabric,
a piece of the veil,
eclipse it at all?

Yet the sky is
upside down.
Every morning
lits up a sun.
Something!
The little earth
is hiding in the core.
IPM Sep 2017
I've been asked
why I've been cold
or seemingly - just mean
tell you the truth,
quite recently
I don't care
for a thing.

I've been asked
quite frequently
to state my sanity,
or maybe I'm
just acting strange
against all clarity.

I've been asked
behind the scenes
why I hate my writing,
it may be so
that in my core
I don't want to be seen.

I've been asked...
what have I been asked ?
I don't remember it...
Ah, it's irrelevant
I still don't care
and never will begin...






yet, deep inside,
where all my feelings
sparkle, dimly lit
it may be short, but
for a while... I care
a tiny bit...
elowen morey Jun 2017
I hope she loves your hurt and pain away
I hope she understands the depth of your passions
I hope she takes care of your literary soul
and relishes in the way your voice carries
straight to the core
I hope she realizes what she has
(I hope you're happy because as much as it
hurts you deserve that)
Tamera Pierce Jun 2017
If you look at someone skin level,
you will only see the labels we place on them.
Smart
Pretty
Kind
Fat
Emo
Lonely
Depressed
We never see them.
We see the things we want to see and tell them that
"yes, you are who I made you be."
But they aren't.
Because, if you move past the epidermis and look to bones
to dissect past the marrow and protein
we find their core.
A film strip playing every one of their actions on repeat.
This is who they are.

Upon arrival, you will be given two things.
One, popcorn,
and two, clarity.
Clarity to understand and see that their core proves that when
someone said
"actions speak louder than words,"
they understood that the core is the person
not who everyone pretends they are.
because we all know someone can preach about the devil
then go cheat on his wife
someone can swear to be your mother
then ***** up your life
someone can offer up a slice of cake
but instead
they slice up your spinal cord.
The world is full of masks that everyone has put on everyone else
but all it takes to find out who is underneath that mask
is to take it off.
Look past the basic and look for the core of a being.
find them.
Find me.
Yes, you are supposed to read that quote in Batman's voice.
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