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A second Version of chill mode, Tell me what you think
Julia Oct 2018
soft, softer, softest.
kind, kinder, kindest.
pure, purer, purest.

as much as i want to succeed and have a career and a life of my own, i want nothing more than to be so kind it changes the world. my heart is stable shelter in a hurricane and i'll let you wait out this storm with me a while.

though ice is cooled by my hands, i radiate warmth. i've swallowed starlight and fostered it in my core and it bursts from me.

my gentleness has been tempered by fire and is my greatest strength.
Bragi Oct 2018
It
Be better than all of it.

It’s only a few letters after all.
Gods1son Oct 2018
Journeying through life...
Some phases are filled with green leaves
Some seem like dry land
I will focus on my strength
Turn the green leaves to a fruitful field.
Apporva Arya Oct 2018
When I see around,
I see people
dancing to the beats of
Negativity and sorrow.
So I close my eyes
And create my own
Symphonies,
Which stirr my soul,
Warm my heart.
I dance at my own melody...
And finally open my eyes.
Look up at the blue sky,
At the creator of all kind,
Give him a smile,
And let my heart fly.
I believe love always find its way because love is the way.So whenever darkness will rise then I will sing LOVE with all my might because love is the mightiest.
Callie R Oct 2018
Flowers cannot blossom from words of hate
But jungle vines adapt to reach for the sunshine
Even in the silent gloom

We strive in the gold sunlight
We grow from kind words, reassurance, and a simple "I love you."
We survive off the beauty of love.

The love we hold for each other
The Earth
This universe
And the sometimes secret, invisible love for ourself.
Jonathan Oct 2018
That got your attention
Didn't it?
Even though I am a stranger
Who couldn't possibly know it to be true
And worth is subjective
Arbitrary
Those who know you would disagree
And point out your merits
And you would weigh yourself
To realise that not all parts are equal
Who am I to say such things?

And yet you take the time to read it
Reread, incase you misread
In reading you contemplate it's truth
You are my puppet, and me your puppeteer
How could you be such a sheep!

Why are you amused?
Why does insult carry more meaning than praise?

It's easy to hurt.
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words can make you think you deserved it.
We are social beings and so
We look for validation
But insult stands out
It leaves a branded mark in our brains
And so we spotlight it
Unfairly
Unjustly

It's easy to be sad.
But it's fulfilling to be happy.
Being positive is hard
But it's worth it in the end.

How could I possibly know?
I couldn't.
But I do.
And soon you will too.

What are you doing now?





You are reading!

Now you are smiling.
You're Wonderful



Inspired by Dennis Willis's "You Are a Hallucination"

Sticks and stones line borrowed from xkcd's comic.
https://xkcd.com/1216/
Alex Smith Oct 2018
Cruella de Ville
Is a devil,
And still,
I am dishevelled.
So maybe I’m evil
With atomic bombs
Of explosive excited
Anger.
And pain.
And fading away
Everything that I saved-
All my intelligence
That once stayed
Is going to lay
Around and waste.
I am dumb for this
I put up with this
I am a curse-
So feel my poisonous kiss
And become tainted too.
I am evil-
So don’t let the evil get to you.
Just what goes on in my head sometimes when I feel bleh about myself.
Bree Oct 2018
My heart is always being molded
It has been cherished
It has been scolded
My heart has acquired
Countless breaks over time
There are more things to be lost
And there are more things for me to find
But the one thing that will never change
Is this heart will always be mine
Alex Smith Oct 2018
I looked the devil in the eyes
Last night.
His eyes looked a lot like mine.
I saw that they shimmered,
And shined,
In the inner
Sanctum of constant
Compliments and regards from
Kind kin.
But the devil is in me.
Angry-
I am angry.
Mad-
I am mad.
Glad,
The Hell is that?
A devil in me,
Selling my soul
For something I wanted to be.
I am owned-
Ignoring friends on my phone-
Now throw me, the bad dog,
A bone.
And watch him never come back.
My horns stick out
And cut my wrists like thorns.
Abore,
Abhor
Those who stay a float
And find their way to shore
To a heaven greater than mine,
Keeping you all in my mind
Trust me, I will be fine
Even if the devil’s soul
Turns out to be mine.
And maybe it should
Or maybe I could,
Be good
And greater
Than what the baphomet
Has set for me aside.
My future,
My life,
Might be a hero or a god
This time.
I have a tendency to start my poems out negatively and end them positively. Sorry if this construction is weird, it's just part of my writing process.
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