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Andrew Layman Dec 2020
Huddled together
the night doesn't hurt anymore
there's no chill
and no ghosts still hovering
just above our lips.

Blanketed under the night sky
we find the warmth of each other
and we ignore all else
even the intrusive barking
far off in the distance.

There's only us now
in the smallest of worlds
creators of finite moment
that hold only important things
and the most gravity.
SA Szumloz Mar 2020
Beneath a white moon in a starless sky

Lies the ones who'd rather die

Than keep breathing in the midst of hate

Oh, what a waste!

For they have so much to give

To this vast world we live in.
Keep holding on. There is light in this world.
chitragupta Mar 2019
We are happy to chirrup with the others
but would the peacocks dance with us?
Our coats not exotic but shabby and plain
And we like being in places close to our nests
We love the sky and to breathe the clean air
But do not aspire to go where eagles dare
Do not pity us, oh great birds of pride
Our songs are sweeter- never mind our size
For vanity and attention is not why they are sung
But to plug the holes you skewered in our hearts
This piece is very close to me.
Because between the lines it tells my story.
They say I'm alone. But they don't know.
I'm a sparrow.
Taylor Feb 2019
Are you okay?
I reply No
Oh well society says
You don't belong to us
With smooth pale faces
Secrets are hidden among us
Besides you aren't
Enough for our Standards
Sorry you didn't make the cut
You can always apply next year
This is full of metaphors and things representing what society is doing to people. That is something society needs to wake up and realize we are all alike but seperated by our flaws but our flaws shouldn't make us outcasts.
AvaGrace Aug 2018
i respect your right to live
and to prosper in peace
and i encourage you to grow
with all the space that you need
but is it really necessary
to tear up my roots
im just trying to be
without being moved
i wont drink of your water
or eat of your plate
ill do my fair share
to be a decent roommate
this garden we share
has plenty of room for a few
i don't think its fair
to be picked on by you
so i may not be pedigree
im not flawless its true
but in the end of the summer
you'll see that i bloom
so you may not like me
i may not be ideal
but if you spend a day beside me

you may consider appeal
i wonder how weeds feel in comparison to 'flowers'
alexa Mar 2018
that's how its always been. what makes you think that you can change it with no explanation? no reason at all?

you're the water to my fire. you're the lightning to my thunder. you're the cat to my dog. you're the rock to my world. what in the hell makes you think that you can change that without any reasoning behind it?

we've always been there for each other. we know each other like the backs of our hands. you can't do this to me.

its always been you and me. me and you.

but then again, you're you, and i'm me.
you're the guy who is so outgoing, loving, loud, and funny, my god are you funny.
i'm the girl who always has headphones in. i'm quiet, shy, the outcast, only has like five close friends.

we're from two completely different crowds.
maybe it should stay that way.
i'm just not myself right now and don't know how to express it. i just miss him and i can't change that.
Chells28 Mar 2018
Growing up I never really understood
The concept of parenthood
Cause the adults around me
Only pushed their child to be,
What they wanted to see
Saying 'oh' education is the key
Maybe for them, but not for us,
And because of this we felt lost
Didn't know what to be believe,
What to trust
Inside us their beliefs were conceived
From a seed they wanted us to grow up into a full grown tree
But we were just weeds, fruits couldn't bear on our leaves.
You see everyone's not like you or me
You can not forsee
What they ought to be
Not everyone wants a degree
Or a fancy living
Money driven, life
Some may want to be a family loving house wife
The heart of the household,
Making sure the food's never cold
As well as the family
The stronghold of the home, the gravity
That keeps everything in place
Someone who can not be simply replaced.
Others may want to be an artist
Even though they may not be the smartest
No joke their paintings, the contast, the shadows, are all the sharpest
Times of their best and their darkest
Can be displayed when their ability is harnessed
Simple emotions that are felt,
Can be reflected,
In their master pieces
The quality never decreases
And like me I don't know what this world has in store
But I know for sure
That a score is just a score
And nothing more
I will not let it tie me down
And have myself be drowned in what others believe,
Cause when the time comes my fate will be revealed.
And this little ****
Will be sure to succeed.

EricM Feb 2018
Society is a living animal
A cruel beast with a wicked maw
Serrated teeth and crooked claws
The way it wrangles its undesirables
Into the dark corners of its twisted
Bowels and forces them into
The most demeaning of positions
Offering mindless distraction
To the masses in the consumer
Wasteland of shopping malls or the
Cesspool of so-called entertainment
Eradicating any potential for
Greatness or agency for change
Hard labor for the poor
Or otherwise selling drugs or ***
To eke out an increasingly
Meager existence for themselves
Keeping them on the periphery
Yet constantly prodded by
The spears of the public eye
Suspended on their crucifix
As blood spills to exemplify
What's to come to any who
Should fall short of its graces
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