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Sparks like candle wax
Drip from you intrinsically,
Full of energy no matter
How far the sun cowers away.
Mythic in the way
They fly, yet, overlooked somehow
In a sea of people starving to
See the light,

But the loss
Has caged your soul
And cast it away,
And the sparks fly less frequent
As now you recognize
The sky is grey,
You say crying makes you feel weakness,
But glue can only fix some surfaces.
Of which, your soul, is no such one.

Mending cannot transpire
With but glue and tape,
Rather the appliance hinders growth
And transformation.
Weakness is the act of self dishonesty,
And being thrown off
By such a loss as this,
And accepting that grief has accredited you
The will to cry, to taper off the boiling ***,
Is beyond that of growth and strength.

Knowing what you deserve
Must be the hardest step to take,
But taking the wet macular
From staining your eyes,
So that you might let your sparks
Once again shine,
Is at the very least that to which I’ve referred.
One step at a time,
And I’m sure you’ll be right back
To skip yourself along in tranquility,
But glue can only fix some surfaces.
41 lines, 229 days left.
Xxav 1d
I’m only 20 years old. Sometimes I forget I have another 50 or so to figure everything out
2. Green tea Arizona is the best flavor but if you disagree I respect your opinion. No matter how wrong it is.
3. No matter how much I hate it I know pizza wouldn’t taste the same without the cheese. I learned years ago that sometimes I will not like every part of something I love.
4. I used to be insecure about my body. Until a girl commented on my chest and I realized she was probably just mad that I had bigger *******
5. When I was 12 I started buying swords off of amazon to prepare for the zombie apocalypse. I packed a bag with canned beans, water, some granola bars that I eventually ate, extra clothes, and a pack of cards on how to survive the zombie apocalypse of course. Too often I prepare for disasters that may never come. But I haven’t died yet so can I guess it can’t be that bad.
6. I have never broken a bone but in their place are the promises I never kept
7. I’m about 5’9. In my Nike boots. I’m more switchblade than katana, but if you push me the wrong way you’re bound to get cut.
8. I grew up a broken dam. A leaking faucet. But I always tightened up. So know that I ain’t no punk. I’m just an emotional *****. And I’ll really rock your ****, teary-eyed and all.
9. I am not depressed because I am not my depression. But we have been roommates for years now. Bro pays no rent but he kinda big so I can’t just kick him out.
10. Some of the skeletons in my closet still breathe to this day. I guess that means they still have some time left.
Xxav 1d
10 Facts About Myself
      
1.   I was born January 5th,
      I guess that makes me a Capricorn…
      whatever.

2.   My name is Xxavier.
      Spelled with two X’s.
      I know that it is a cool way to spell it.
      It’s the coolest thing my dad ever gave me.
      In fact,
      It’s the only thing my dad ever gave me.

3.   I learned how to take
      compliments
      the same way I learned to ride a bike.
      I don’t know how to ride a bike.

4.   At times I find it hard to control my voice.
      Some days,
      its a loaded M-16 pointed towards enemy lines
      Just waiting to fire.
      Other days,
      The gun jams,
      and I can no longer find the ammunition.

5.   My hobbies include
      Hiding behind metaphors and rhythms
      And trying to survive in a world
      Where everyone appears to be living just fine.

6.   I believe that there are two types of people.
      Those who believe that Spider-Man 3
      was the best movie in the trilogy,
      and those who are wrong.

7.   I like Oreos…A lot.
      We actually have a lot in common.
      Most people enjoy the taste of our white parts
      Over our black ones.

8.   I come from cigarette **** filled hallways
      In ward 8 southeast DC.
      From three piece chicken wing and fries
      with the mumbo sauce on top
      cuz we ain’t never scared to get our hands a lil *****

9.  I have written countless drafts
      of this poem over the span of a year.
      All of which
      are incomplete.
      Because
      I still haven’t figured out
      who I really am.
selina 6d
bravery on my fingers
freedom starred across my collar
honesty sinking into my chest

these words inked into my skin
reminders of who i was, who i am
who i hope that i will become

you need to understand
haikus are not bound by syllables
just stanzas of three lines

life is not bound
by the number of pages
ink bleeds past the edges
Catch a calling pigeon,
Tell him what you really think.
Express your deepest statements
To the rim of your last drink.
'Cause society will tell you
That your voice is not worth hearing,
As they cast their vicious judgments,
With their pompous faces leering.

Release your thoughts into the silent night,
Or share them on a small poetry site.
Intellectual conformity is promised:
We learned to lie without being dishonest.
How does one share an opinion that isn't held by either the majority or the loud minority?
Sarah Flynn May 7
you lost someone real.
you lost a genuine, good friend
who would've done anything
to make you happy.

I only lost someone
who never gave a ****
about me or my happiness.

think about this
and then tell me again
who was truly hurt by
the end of our friendship.

we both may have hurt,
but you're the only one
who lost something here.

I won.
Cape Town café

drink up it's gospel brew
as black as ink
and I will ask you
what you're thinking
how you're feeling

is my love only in theory?
does it mystify?

look plainly at
your hot cup of gloom
watch it stimulate the tongue
and give away
fidelity's holy fire
that once lit the fuse
of addiction

within the skin of this burning man
Nilia Loh Apr 29
Friend energy vulnerable of honest.
When fulfils, they group feeling safe.
encourages thoughts of capable a trust.
Did this dada poem for a school project. Focusses on trust in friendships!
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