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Ava Courtney May 2019
We are all the same.
We all bleed the same color.
We are all cells in the body of humanity.
We all have this strange delusion
And utter fantasy that love, only love
Could heal our brokenness
And make us feel whole again.

We all love someone so much
That it hurts us inside
We all love someone so much
That we can't hate them for leaving

We all fall down
Cry our eyes out
Feel pain
Taste the rain
Fall in love
Get our hearts broken

We all have strengths and weaknesses
We all have deep cuts
One so deep they’ll never heal
And you’ll always feel the pain

We all live this life day in day out
Sunup to sundown
Breath to breath

We are all the same

We all bleed R E D
Mehek May 2019
Normalcy is surreal
So surreal that it almost feels real
Trying to absorb it all
We get stuck in this timeless pitfall
In the end just callousing
If we could've done something different from it all.
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Mehek
So surreal that it almost feels real.
CL Fjell May 2019
Wish I could write a poem about some incredible overcoming
A feat among feats
I'm different than the societal norm
But I guess I'm just not
Different enough
Kanishka May 2019
There's always more to it than meets the eye.
Two flowers behind the fence house a million stories,
Insurmountable for all to tell by.
For some it's just two unnoticible flowers,
For some it's the cradle of spring,
For some it's imagery of prison,
For some it's lovers in their haven,
For some it's forbidden opportunities,
For some it's consequence of a strife,
For some it's an offering to a loved one,
For some it's just the cycle of life.
Nikolas May 2019
I see the quiet tones in your eyes,
Let them unveil, speak loud.
The ballads you write have no lies,
Pure and clean, like a cloud.

Soft ringing of the keys,
The piano has a taste to it.
Oh play something, please,
Say what you won't admit.

Maybe you like harsh music,
Something unpoetical.
I will let you lose it,
Anything that's radical.

You're so different, yet fine,
A painter's masterpiece.
Such a newcomer, yet mine,
My garden's showpiece.

So stay gentle like you are,
Hang your gaze at me.
Don't tilt your head too far,
Whisper quietly.
Batya May 2019
behind my eyes
and in my boots
i feel the earth below
familiar colors envelope
these trees I've come to know

a man stands in the forest
he is from a stranger land
he wears no boots, but sandals
he knows no earth, but sand

he finds no comfort in these colors
no relief in the sounds
he's from a stranger land
yet his fire abounds

i look away in shame
searching for some grace
i was always taught
not to look upon his face

the face of struggle
of taint and pain
of woeful perplexity

don't look upon the face of other
i was always told
and if you do, beware
you might just see his soul

or much worse yet
lest you forget ...

you might just see yourself
maria k May 2019
That was a wonderful time of day
When I took a glimpse of a person
Who never bothered about the specifics
of life in general
but glided past it
and loved life to its fullest
because of the minuscule moments
that pieced together
bit by bit and
day by day

He would wake up with wide eyes
and absorb life slowly and quietly
a book was his friend
music his haven
and most of all art was his expression
words were simple
short
phrases
glued together with thought
and the only conversations
were those that dealt with sifting through
the meaning of life

He became my magnifying glass
my compass
my sword of knowledge
and this still
remains true today
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