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Chiara Sep 23
You call me a nerd, tell me that I’m freaky.
Only ‘cause I love comics, my books and my movies.
You say that I’m childish, that I ought to grow up,
That I’m too old, that I should give it up.
But people don’t get it, why I love other worlds,
Why I read Harry Potter and watch Lord of the Rings.
The reason for it, it’s quite obvious to me:
To escape my life, this reality of me.
Fantasy forever <3
Leia Spencer Feb 3
“You’re beautiful” I say
For lack of a better word
Because how can I only describe her as so?
She’s what it feels like to feel the sun dance upon your face
The wind gently rustling your hair
The glowing of wood lit aflame
Candles flickering while the windows rattle from wind

She’s the beginning of the Star Wars theme at full blast
Hearing the sound of the TARDIS for the first time in so long
The opening credits of each long-awaited marvel movie
Feeling the magic of reading the first Harry Potter book again
The closing of a finished book, knowing there’s more to come
Rapping every line of Hamilton perfectly

She’s everything pure in the world that brings unbridled joy
And there’s no way that “beautiful” could
Measure up to that
Because that word is too overused
Leia Spencer Jan 30
There was a night
When I stole all the light
From the stars in the sky
As I lit all the candles in my room
I danced to and fro
While the candles burned low
On my precious stolen time
Spent on nothing but Peace
I finished some books
And played with my looks
While I cleaned and I sketched
I thought to myself
What if the world was always this quiet?
So I could steal the hours of the night
Away from those who stole my day
There's just something calming about being the only one awake
Mayur dembda Jan 26
It’s me, the one nerd
Yes, who you used to throw your
hand made paper planes when I was concentrated in the books,
then pass your homework like I was your personal tutor
And made me cry on my way
back to home

It’s me, the fat
Yes, who you did not consider for cheerleading team just
because I was out of shape
And made me cry on my way
back to home

It’s me, the ***
Yes, who you used to beat up in the locker room for being
attracted to the same gender.
And made me cry on my way
back to home.

It’s me, the differently abled
Yes, who you used to punch,
slap, toss
anytime you wanted to do so.
And made me cry on my way
back to home

Listen to this, bully
It came to our mind, many times
to **** ourselves
because of the humiliation and the pain. but at our home door, we stood,
wiped the tears
because can’t show mama
that we were weak
and dad that we couldn’t stand for ourselves.

we did survive through, alive
but with remarks and scars
and with a shattered heart
Bullying is very bad.
Please don’t hurt other people.
Be kind to everyone.
Bhawna Dec 2018
An illustration of fear?,
Or poem of query?
A book of problems?
Or a blank diary?

An unsung song?
Or a bubble of word?
An unstable atom?
Or just a nerd?......
On the path to find me
Luvanna Dec 2018
Musics ringing
Lights dancing
You'll find me on the dancefloor
Probably no
If you're sure you're my fate
And more than just my destiny
Find me in the smoking room
With a glass of orange juice
And 'The Great Gatsby' novel by the other hand
You won't bother to tell the others
Where you met the love of your life
Rose Oct 2018
My nose is in these pages for my mind wishes to wander
To a place where faces no longer sneer insults like spit
These fantasies hold more for me than these blank walls
I want more than these crowded streets of faces I know
what a feeling to know, dreaming and wishing are such wonderful things. just don't forget to get out there and do something about it.
Anya Oct 2018
I asked my little brother
why he bought
the tape white out
not the liquid
the length of two whole
strips of white out
matches the size
of a Megalodon
A shark
two million
What is meant for me?
I'm constantly walking through doorways, that have me slowly Falling out of the sky,
Into a hopeless pit of UN-Returned love.
Watching the sky fall away from my grasp,
as the ***** hands of time yank me further down.
how much longer until I have nothing left?
how far away is the ground?
I see faces of beautiful people,
but as I reach out I see,
the **** heart within.
I look,
through the hands of time,
that yank me further down,
to find the one,
destined for me.
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