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Asiah Mangham Feb 2019
To fully become aware of oneself and ones true ability you'd have to stop trying to find comfort in temporary people. Lust is temporary, Love is eternal.
Charlie's Web Jan 2019
What colors will whisper around the crack of old silhouettes? What words will soak me in light and dark? What eyes will I meet? Can you hear my thoughts calling your name?
Sometimes I wonder
s Willow Jan 2019
I saw the hurt,
the night killing the day,
and
the day kills the night.
An eternal battle.
The dark of dusk
and
The bright of dawn
distracted us
from our fears.
Our frears of
Love
Lost
Broken
and
Devastated.
I’ve seen the hurt.
Steve Page Jan 2019
ordinary is arbitrary
different is normal
fitting in means invisible
so avoid the conformal

distinct gets you noticed
so who wants to be equal
I'd rather be original
than anybody's sequel

you are of more value
when socially unacceptable
blending in is deadly
out of step is pref'rable

so when stuck in a crowd
decide what's more valuable
will you run with the herd
or dance to the eternal
We value conformity and fitting in too highly, yet continue to crave affirmation.
Pallavi Jan 2019
You came in my life like a breathe of fresh air
With loads of happiness, love and sorrows to care.
We find a story at the core of each other's heart.
Knowing and unknowingly it was empowering our emotional part.
Our love is eternal and I ll keep loving you regardless.
Believing that a better chapter waiting on the other side of darkness.
meqan Jan 2019
invisible strings;
tugging on my eyelashes,
slowly closing them.
i don’t want to fall asleep,
for i might never wake up.
when i was younger,
i feared sleeping because
i was constantly plagued
with nightmares.
Cm Jan 2019
In the
Garden
Of my
Heart
You are
The eternal
Rose
Blossoms
Within
Radiating
Your
Fragrance
In my
Breath


©sobbingsoul
Leah Jan 2019
Lurking for me in the shadows of despair
I see no strenght in my spirit, cracking again
Loud noises bring me eternal softness laying between you and the void
Droping tear, licking blood, making me want nothing
Then come back for more
Seeing you can’t help
Absorbing your glances and that makes me capable of escaping this hole of bones
I can break them now
Scattering them through the silence of my echo
Illusion running through my veins, filled with cinnamon and grapes.
You owe me grass of open locks
Right before I became a prisoner in a coma
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