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Thera Lance Jun 2020
It’s a tall order
Sloping miles above my head in loose handholds
That crumble to gravel at my touch,
Rolling under my feet sliding back
Further than I can crawl forward.
It hurts in scraped palms
And hearts of my own both beating
In and out of my chest.
My knees tremble at the eternity above my head.
But the view,
The sun unhindered by Earthly clouds,
The stars that I had lost sight of
Make this treacherous climb worth all the pain
Of one foolish enough to fall off the mountain the first time.
Ileana Amara Jun 2020
when you breathe life and forget about existence
paving a secret passage towards happiness,
ecstatic, passionate, alive; beating up cruel fate's wittiness.

IA ☕
Natasha May 2020
romantic


love




never



works


for me.




because



I'm not even sure,




I know




what



that




kind




of



love




is.
keonah May 2020
The sun shall set and the moon will reign the night.
My celestial body will enfold in its presence.
I live and breathe with the same waters the moon reflects apon.
Mångata,
We dance ‘til dawn,
As you start to wane,
As your rays depart and;
As we give greetings to the morning sun.
a full moon is so overwhelming and glistening and I just wish to be connected to it some day. To be at peace with myself and in the world
Ivyanna May 2020
I wanted to do what was right
to seek the sea for my vessel
alas - it's nowhere in sight!

I am a lighthouse in a desert.
Nishant Rawat Apr 2020
A place far away
A thousand years away from this world
Is where you will find actual me
Utahi Kamu Apr 2020
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Shall a prisoner thank the walls of his cell for standing solid?

Shall a slave thank the whip to make him work more?


Why are you where you are?


Between the walls and the whip


Who you are sits still independent of both.
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Paradise must be out there somewhere
Paradise was never given to me
Paradise can be found
Paradise can be made
Fujochii Apr 2020
She was your typical girl,
The type to blend in the crowd
A porcelain skin of a pearl
Speaks only when time allowed

She was a fragile vase of a rose
Beautiful to watch, enough to hurt
Hear her lullabies with her melodic voice
Be the man enough for her worth
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