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Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
So maybe, we are glow sticks,
that need to break to glow.

So maybe, we are caterpillars
who digest themselves during metamorphosis,
to transform into a butterfly.

So maybe, we are stars
that need to collapse
in order to shine brightly.

So maybe, we need to breakdown,
to pick up the pieces and cast ourselves
as someone different.

So maybe, we need to shed
to become a better version.

So maybe, all this
crumbling
breaking
collapsing
was never a destruction
but a birth to something beautiful.
Cameron Jul 2019
The brightest flame in my life dimmed before my eyes
The light went out, she disappeared into the night.
To another, her flame begins  to glow,
To another, her heart begins its show.

The warmth hidden in her glow kept my fires burning.
Now it’s gone, the fire quenched, my heart cold.
But deep cold feels warm when filled with yearning.
And with this tragic warmth, I preserve your warmth for another.

The purest of affections are yours to share.
You choose to share it with whom you care.
Although my fire is but a remnant of the past,
I choose to share it with you, that your fire may last.

When the one I loved didn’t love me back
My fire burned cold it needed love back
As you share your flame with another,
I will endure in my cold dark slumber.
The glow in the one I loved kept my heart's fire lit. Now it's gone, and all I want is for her to be happy. Though that kind of happiness is forbidden to me, it brings me joy to know that at least somebody else gets to experience it.
Dylan McFadden Jul 2019
Morning by morning
I wake to the glow
Of the Yellow Sun warming
The frost on the window

Melting away
All that keeps me from seeing
The dawn of The Day,
And deceptions of dreaming...

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The uniVerse Apr 2015
If I were a cloud drifting through space
I would never feel scared or out of place
I would float for days high in the sky
I would never need to question why
the sun would shine bright and I would glow
for all people to see far below
and when the rain came I wouldn't care
as it was tears of joy I tried to share.
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Little Piper Jul 2019
Pedestrians hustling in and out of the buildings
Cyclists, motorists, drivers rushing with time
I, standing in the middle of the busy street
Watching them as they go

I imagined various colours within each passerby
And identify the colors of their soul
Red, purple, blue, orange, gold, silver
What are the vibes? What do they mean?

Does red mean someone is upset, angry or frustrated?
Does blue mean someone is sad, depressed or sick?
Does gold mean someone who is kind, caring or loving?
Does green mean someone who is calm, patient or free?

I wish I can read the signs.
Bhill Jul 2019
There is an orange glow to the morning clouds
This is the dawn of your next day
Got plans?

Brown Hill - 2019 # 168
Do you?
M H John Jul 2019
the light in people’s eyes
who have dealt with loneliness
glows brighter than others
because they have had to find
conversations within looking
up at the moon
Elizabeth Jul 2019
They say there are ways to cope and writing is one but all we wish for is the cure. In the storm and chaos of everything summer, we only wish to smell the roses a little while longer until the thought of the killer shark takes over our minds leading us to a place where we’re too afraid to swim. I go to the beach and look at the waves only to wish I could dip my sanded feet into the water letting the chills take over me. Anything and everything we’d do just to feel free.
Anxiety is hard and you aren’t alone
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