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Michael Stefan Feb 2020
Why do people disagree
With such fire in their voice
When a disagreement can be punctuated
With a handshake and pleasant goodbye?
Like, share thoughts and try to understand each other's points of view.  No reason you can't disagree on a topic and still have a candid, pleasant, and lively discussion about it.
Yusof Asnan Feb 2020
There is always this flower,
Ever so beautiful, Ever so lovely.
A flower that grows just right for my soul;
But a flower in someone else's garden.

I'd water her,
Each time I passed her by.
She grows no thorns to my skin,
Delicate to her very core.

But as she is beautiful,
Often attract other passersby.
They too would try to nurture her;
And often too she would fall for them.

How could I even save a flower;
That was never mine in the first place?

-HIY
I've been away from writing for so long just simply because I was avoiding most interactions with my soul. but this flower made me want to feel. made me want to write countless thoughts about her.
Delia Grace Feb 2020
What if when we grow old
we rotted the way fruit does?
What if, as we crinkle in on ourselves,
we earn soft spots
where the mold has eaten us away?
We are plucked from our trees so young,
but we are ripe for so long.

What if when we rot
someone larger and grander
who can fit us in their hand
smiles as they throw us into the woods?
We hit trees and gain triumphant cheers.
We befriend the leaves
and we rot together.

What if when we grow old
we grew new life?
What if, as we crease and hunch,
we grow down and down
until we are rooted in place?
And we can be tall again
and beautiful.
2/15/20
S H Violet Feb 2020
Can you see me?
I’m standing in the spotlight,
wide smile glowing,
frozen in place.

And how do you feel?
I must make you uncomfortable
being so realistic
and yet so fake.

I stand day after day with
the fluorescent heat constant.
I’m sweating from the pressure,
But you can’t see from far away.

You can shuffle me around
and change my pose,
but my lack of control
gives an offbeat idea.

I know how you feel.
But you don’t know what to do.
So you speed walk away,
avoid the discomfort.

I’m trying so hard
not to be numb.
Waiting for my chance
to change and grow.
Anastasia Feb 2020
I am the dizzy little fawn,
I stumble as I walk
I stumble when I talk,
The words try to come out,
But my lips quiver.

I am the big baby,
I need help,
I need cradled,
My eyes they are flooded,
I weep.

I am coming undone.
Cardboard-Jones Feb 2020
As it begins,
You explore who you are
And how you fit into the world.
More questions than answers.
Answers begets more questions.
You know you must choose a direction.
The abundance of obstacles
Clutter your path,
And an overwhelming sensation occurs,
One you’ve experience before;
Fear.

As you fall,
You are unaware of lost footing.
The world shows multiple grays,
And all the fear
You fought valiantly to subdue
Reminds you it never left.
The fires spread,
Consuming all for its feast,
Conflicting with all you stand for.
You hit the ground soaked in its residue;
Chaos.

Through the pain
You endure the worst,
Discovering the secrets of the fickle world
And who you must be to survive.
Adapt, reinvent, unlock
Your next form, your new wisdom.
Reach down, gather your strength
And stare down the flames
With an unyielding resolve,
And achieve what chaos thought you could never do;
Rise.
keneth Feb 2020
i'm breaking it
down into pieces,
these strange encounters
when the clock strikes three

a wanderlust
not of the foot, but this lie-fed mind
elevating curiosity, of the safest spots
hinting the edges of the unknown

am i the biggest fool?
thinking that my dreams are too big
to fit in this bottle, eyes fixed on me
are my dreams too big for this small town?

know that you're home
but i discovered wheels
is it the call of my heart
or a shout of escape?

do i accept, and let it be:
the bar set low below my neck
or should i step inside an outside place
the city, and the lights, shrinking behind me.
i'm currently in a headspace where nothing really makes sense, and that everything i do or i choose is based off of survival and not for joy, or love, or growth. i pretend like i know what to do, but i am just a kid, growing up. this is so hard yet so beautiful. the unknown is a gift of time.
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2020
I guess there is a reason for the pain I constantly feel
Meaning in the length of time it takes for me to heal
I may not see it now but in time I'm sure I will
It's all part of the prophecy I must fulfill
The tearful nights spent debilitated by heartache
At moments seemed like too much for me to take
But I held on through the worst of despair
And now I use those memories to inspire and share
Maybe my story lets others know that they are not alone
When they are sad, angry, or cut down to the bone
Because I've suffered yet I am still standing here today
As proof that the misery will eventually go away
So all the sorrow I endure on pages I spread
And turn my trauma into something beautiful instead
And one day this pain in my chest will grow into something so beautiful
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