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Jo Meyer Apr 2019
have you ever seen someone
unbothered by the rain?

their head held high
not afraid of the thunder,
not scared of the sky

as streets are devoured
and the end meets the eye
ignorant of the storms
and the fires down low

someone, unbroken
unwilling to bow

do you dare to wonder:
what they must have done
what they must have seen

because no innocent man
is unbothered by the rain
Dream Fisher Mar 2019
Some days

Some days I want to travel,
Have an exciting adventure
Unravel the globe real slow
And hold adrenaline in my palms.
Some days I wish i was something
More than this body dragging me around
More than the clothes setting a status
As the gravity keeps me on ground
Looking up to people who only look down.
Instead of the ones who pave paths
Regardless of anyone coming around.

Sometimes I lay on the floor
Mapping out my mind on the ceiling
Only to run out of ink and out the door
then the rain is still pouring in.
Sometimes I get lost in a game,
In a world quite unlike my own,
Where I play a hero and dragons are slain
All in the name of a throne.
Save the world only to remain.
Unknown.

Some days I wish I could be anything
Move mountains in a moment of time
With one arm I could swing
And make this whole world mine.
Seamlessly craft it and watch it with care
In the air, I could watch it be grown.
But some days, like today, I am tired
And would just like to go home.
Save my world and remain.
Unknown.
I wasn't planning to finish this tonight so I apologize for essentially posting twice in a day.
maria Mar 2019
Along the path I have taken
Flowers and thorns had welcomed me
It’s not an easy road ahead of us all
To the day I finally reach its end.

On that day, I’ll lose one of my abilities
The constant reassurance, a necessity
As I lower my gaze from the horizon
A certain light enters my line of vision.

That’s what I think whatever will happen to me
On the day I reach my final destiny
Not that I full on anticipate such thing
But I can’t help but wonder about this upcoming finale.
c Feb 2019
I
am the crumpled up
rough draft girl
in the wastepaper basket
corner of my mind

she is the file
I deleted
after too many red lines
changed her meaning

this is not my final draft
I will throw myself away
again soon
Chris Feb 2019
I won't say goodbye, it will be obvious that I'm gone when I die.
I won't say hello, It will be obvious I'm back, with an empty grave, and me back home.
Chrissy Feb 2019
I'm shutting the blinds
because it's the end of this theatrical
I'm drawing the curtains because this is your final act
and I shall not applaud for an encore
I'm not going back
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