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Fun
Eyes swelling
Sparkling in that light

Fiery burns
Cake the bodies
Of a three certain boys

He's purely happy
Or is he just sad
Oh what does it matter

The lights are
So **** bright.
Friend can be friends
Even if the others
Are *******
Because aren't we all
*******
Or maybe that's flawed reasoning
Because he knows they're not good

But like a drug, they're fun
To be proud
But does he sacrifice fun?

His standards aren't low
But such is his mind
That he can reason his way
Out of guilt

A burning sun sets over conflict
And he reasons
He'll stay a moment longer.
Cloud over coverage
Above that peaceful
World of hate

The roaring of an engine
And whirring brain
Mind watching clouds go by

Watching day
Fade into twilight
Into darkness
And those clouds
Love to disappear
In the white light
Of an airport.
Goes up North
To see those
Who haven't seen
The change he's made

This people who annually
Lose sight of the new
And innovative bricks
He's laid

Riding sunset sidecar
Window blasting melodies
I can't tell if he likes it

He's keeping a facade
For he won't be seen
For another year
So fake a veneer
Just so life seems less
Of a cluster

If he leaves he'll leave
As a boy with the words of a "man"
The Summer Kid
Finding love
Not only in person

He's found passion
and promise
In the work he has written

He's got a new sense of purpose
In the work he's assigned
And he knows how to breathe
Out the loveliest lines
Of poetry
and creation
Lovely little escapes
Taking his mind off the vast and empty
Forlorn real estate

Two out of three
He's found love
He's found a purpose
And now
He's missing the final part
He can't know
What he's found.
Erik Luo Aug 2020
To become the master of all things
One must become nothing
To let the divine flow through
And let that love dictate

It is easy
To let the mind rule you
To be defeated by fear or logic

The great mystery
is counterintuitive
to let that love be the source
instead of our own words

the brilliant mind of all
is always present
it waits patiently
for you to listen

So let go of thoughts
let go of fear
let go of all that holds you back
and simply be
and create
love
Intuition over logic, sincerity over intention, wholeness over ambition. This is a piece on my creative process
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
determination
warms skin and my hands create
awakening me
Aer Jul 2020
there's no such thing as empty pages.
in a single sheet there are worlds
waiting to be discovered,
questions waiting to be answered
and people I wish that I could be.
how many worlds can you find on your paper?
Christina Fong Jul 2020
I scribble my brain on paper
crumpled ugly mess that I struggle to form
into something I might understand
maybe one day it will
become
beautiful

there’s magic in this madness
but it takes a lot of belief to hold onto the magic
when the madness drives you to tears
and threatens to destroy your organs
with invisible illnesses no one believes you have
the doctor and your mother think you’re faking it
and your friends say you’re killing yourself with madness
but you believe in the magic they can’t see
it’s all that’s keeping you from mad destruction

I often wonder why I can’t be normal
just be like everyone else who gets married
to simple people in simple homes with simple jobs and simple children
but simple isn’t my cup of tea
Why must I crave complicated people?
friends with Cheshire Cat smiles
charlatans grinning
I always question their motives but I want them to like me anyway

I fall for the Mad Hatter because I can’t figure him out
but I do love a good story even if I knew he’s full of ****
he’s a million piece puzzle
I try to sort through his magical madness
but he’s snuck in extra pieces
and I can’t find the missing ones
he’s hidden them too well
it’s fun to play with him for awhile
until I realize I might love him
so I get scared and leave him
scattered and undone
every time I see him half finished on the living room table
I’m reminded that I failed to complete his bigger picture
I end up throwing him away
it’s as if he never existed
easier to pretend I never started on him at all
yet his madness lingers
adding to my own
so I continue shaping the madness
hoping to find its magic
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
Let me sketch you

With words

I will frame

Your body

With descriptions

Of the way

I view you

Ignore all the definitions

The world

Placed on your shoulders

Recreate a language

Using your name

As the beginning

So you can relish

The sound of every letter

Learn to adore

The sound of every vowel

Then maybe your reflection

Will become more within your eyes
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