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Writeability Nov 1
Augmented Auras
Arouse The Essence Of Light  
Dancing Vibrantly
Dustin Dean Oct 31
Sanguine in the meadows,
he basks in memories
of good company,
resolved to reveal
a nature he knew not.

Riddled in a tale of trauma
that brings irony:
that something so simple
could unwind the tapestry
leading to his heart.
The dark and the light,
In a restless fight,
Peace not declared,
And I remain scared,

I find my own feelings, there's darkness to bear,
My only hope is, I won't face despair,
I look down upon my two ****** hands,
hoping for a fraction of peace that still stands,

Somewhere out here, In this broken land,
Everything covered by bright red hot sand,
Perhaps there is saving, In this world so dark,
Perhaps there's passion that just needs a spark,


There may be a thing that I must make known,
Before the whole world is frozen in stone.
There is no need for a single fight.
For if you're at peace you bring a new light.
Leaves still falling all around
Painting holy hallowed ground
Shades of red, orange, yellow, and brown
The trees as kings have lost their crowns

The purest awe we take for granted
gets overlooked and slighted, slanted.
Flocks of birds or lovely mantids
This place we haunt is quite enchanted.

A holy ether fills our lungs
Our hearts still beating just like drums
Our inner truths burn bright like many suns
And creative insight our way comes.

It’s gorgeous when we do then find
pure inspiration in our minds
no longer feeling trapped, confined
the gift to see our peers as kind.

It’s practically our civic duty
to show these people their inner beauty

The light that touches everything
Is the light within you that makes you sing.
Emery Feine Oct 25
If I received a marigold whenever I thought of you
I would walk in the sun’s rays forever
That peeks out through your hair
And lights up your eyes
Your eyes.
The yellows and reds in my heart
Are shown in Autumn’s turning leaves
Bouncing off in rays of golden light
Like the light in your eyes
Your eyes.
Just the thought of them makes my heart beat
Not the sea-blue of them
But the fact that they were on me.
this is my 129th poem, written on 10/24/24. <3
Malia Oct 22
The loveliness in the sky reminds
me that these clouds do pass with time.
This morning, it was dewy and dark—
drearily doomish, sullen and stark
but now the sun’s rays bring out the gold
in every crevice, to banish the cold.
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