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All day, and everyday,
When i remember your face,
I recall those times,
When we were the same age.

As we ran through the hallways,
Completely in panic.
Running scared from those,
Identified as strong boys.

Elevating all the floor dust,
We were running while they were chasing us.
Through the screams laced with hatred
We were criminals
Just for loving whom we wanted.
Mariah 4d
My younger self would
love that I watch the movies
she did too, back then.
Twilight on rainy days, unashamed.
Anahí Ake Jun 22
Mi mente está sola,
como las olas,
con o sin distracciones,
intervienes con intenciones.

Es raro, extrañarte,
es raro, recordarte,
es raro, pensar en ti,
es raro, estar sola.

Mi corazón siempre te recuerda,
cuando no tiene cuerda,
de problemas de seda,
sin poder de emblema.

Te extraño con antaño,
lloro sin estar pensando,
del daño causado en el pasado.

Vuelves en la madrugada,
sola desamparada,
sintiéndome atrapada,
en esta misma almohada.

En el cielo estás,
viéndome desde allá,
mientras tú no estás,
en mis noches de compás.
Anna~
Kalliope Jun 17
You'd think I'd learned my lesson,

So many years ago,

To never add anything new,

I've never let anything go.
1830 now
1830 tomorrow
1830 forever
Soph Jun 12
Summer is coming up
Should I be excited?
Should I be happy?
I used to be
And maybe I should
But I'm not

Summers aren't
What they used
To be

As a child
Summers were something
That everyone
Really, everyone
Looked forward to

So Magical

The magic that used to be
Is gone
Never coming back

Now
Everyone is in their rooms
No one goes out
With their friends
Plays Ball
Goes swimming

The magic that used to be
Will it ever come back?
Wrote this for a summer themed poetry contest
danky Jun 8
smile of an exuberant child,
drowning deep in the sea.
his loquacious nature backthen,
vanished like it never existed.
ove'thinkin is not so mild,
adulthood is the reason he riled.
Marebear May 6
She’s so beautiful
She’s a distinct petal out of a thousand roses
So bright and radiant, but feels out of touch
She feels dark, so out of love
One says she changed, but a million are blinded

She’s a philosopher
An artist with her words
One says sadness
While she writes a silent ocean
Her brush steals hearts

Summer will find us shortly
In the bristling but once-filled heaps of grass
through the wind, the howling of sorrow
May the sun find our chests and warm their holes
For the lovers in the past have torn us through

I hold their hand for them to stay
But they drift further away
Must be killed three times to hold
These poets' eyes are not foretold
Despite the words that pour from the soul
A field of roses will rot
If the gardener does not trim the grot
Admiration and nostalgia
Lost Dreamer May 9
I can stop the beats,
but I don't even try.
It makes me euphoric,
ready for the world.

Every time I hear it,
I turn back the clock,
back to when I was six.

Back to when the world was unicorns and rainbows,
and I could take it all.
I still can.
But, this everlasting rhythm,
makes it last forever.
Andre Mar 30
This broken compass guides to me a field of reeds.
I keep a file by my side so my horns will recede.
My herds gone they’ve left a long time ago. They’re waiting for me in a place with no sorrow.
I carry broken shackles on my feet from when I was set free.
With every clank it makes I’m revitalized abundantly.
My hairs grown long and my hooves worn dull.
I set my place of rest in the bright meadow.
Created while recovering from being sick.
Meggi Mar 30
Always autumn in me
The plunge to the ground
The pull of the wind
I approach the end as autumn does
Slowly,
                    
                     Lingering in cold mornings

Never winter in me
Never snow or ice
Always only the movement towards
If it is autumn always
There may not be any spring
One cannot be reborn
                     In such a chill as this
There may never be summer
                     In such a wind as this
Autumn in my soul
This movement unto shall be enough for me
                     This movement unto shall be enough for me
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