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MOTV May 2016
The change made its stride
For, now I see wide.

Leadership thought.
Grind and plot won't stop.
SA Morales May 2016
I see no difference in sadness and joy
Both are temporary

I see no difference in life and death
Both are a state of mind

I see no difference between the rich and poor
Both would face the same end

I see no difference in pain and comfort
Both are mindlessly given to you

I see no difference between war and peace
Both causes each other

I see no difference between dark and light
Both have a gray zone

I see no difference between straight and queer
Both desire to be loved and to give love
Viseract May 2016
Love is undying,
Love is eternal
A flickering flame
Not an all-consuming inferno

The inferno is lust
Learn the difference
gray rain May 2016
Sometimes school may seem like a joke, useless knowledge that will not be needed. So people don't take it seriously.

But they forget that sometimes we are taught something useful. Yet laughter carries on to their idiocy.

So they miss understand life lessons they are taught and laugh irrespectfuly at the possible thought of living in a world where there are people with different views and lifestyles to them.
I finally found the words.
I'm still in school.
Saloni mann Apr 2016
Approximately,
It was all the same for the two!
The same season, the same night
and the same sky above them.
The only thing
that differentiated between them
was food that day!
One said-"Enough, I can't eat more mom".
The other cried-"Food, I want food maa".
Mother is called maa in Hindi.
Saloni mann Apr 2016
Both of the boys
had balloons in their hands!
The only difference between them was,
one was inside the car, smiling
and the other was outside
waiting for Money
Children ought to be playing with balloons are selling them!
#realsadstory
Jack B Apr 2016
wisps of hair float across your face
as you uproot a strand of prairie grass
and clasp your hands 'round it, bring it to your lips, and blow

In a wild meadow
I stand with you
in cutoff levis patches on the knees
cottonmouth and butterflies in my yellowbelly

Long after the cotton gin.
Still remains,
a thicket 'round your soul
;addition: and blow; the sweetest love song ever to enter my ears
Damian Murphy Apr 2016
Let not others get under your skin,
Do not react but instead respond.
For if you react then they will win,
You are giving them just what they want.
To react is all power to lose,
To respond gives them nothing to use.
If you can be the bigger person
And not react, then you will have won.
saryachan Apr 2016
Sweet Morpheus greeted me
On the grand patch of risen grass.

I lie down for a nap
Feeling vitality seeping through the dew
Which kisses the blades
Every morning and night.

The cirrocumulus and their kind
Casually flocking in the sky
I see the shapes in their crevices-
Reminiscent of something playful.

I put my ear against the earth
Not really listening,
Flecks of soil graze my face
Like a massive comb
Grooming softly
With tickling sensation.

Suddenly,
A crackle heard from the distance.

A dynamite? A firework?
A flash of lightening aimed specific?
I do not know.

I do not know.

I throw my hands towards the clouds
Soliciting them to take me away,
Lift me up to join their somnambulism
Above the ground
Detached
Like sleep paralysis.

From up here,
Everything seems nice
Because it is not vivid
Nor intimate enough
For concrete judgement.
This makes it easy to romanticise.

Reality is surreal
Surreal is happening,
Set me down in my nest on a plane of human existence
I’ll sleep through the evening
Through the noon
And the screaming
I’ll imagine
It’s something I don’t have the power
To stop.

I’ll pretend
It’s the music
That powers the rain.

I’ll escape with the stratus
Dreaming
I was in a position
To make a difference.
https://pourallyourheartout.wordpress.com/2016/03/18/nube-cloud-trans-ilkaandescente/
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