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fabe Nov 19
ten years from now;
while rereading this poem
amidst the deafening hopelessness,
in the middle of a cry for youth
seeking nothing but reversibility,
-and the power to rewrite stars

i want to remind myself-
โ€˜what would they tell me?โ€™

ten years from now;
i may or may not be
with halves of my whole anymore,
and if people-
are like seasons indeed,
which constantly pass
one after the other

i want to remind myself by then;
ten years before now,
i have savored the best seconds
from two borrowed visages
whose words-
will forever take part in me.
this is a piece for two of the greatest friends that i have/had.
never ending possibilities
of you, and i;
tearing you apart in pieces,
scattering away your happiness.
SiouxF Aug 25
The future dazzles
Shining bright
Like nothing youโ€™ve seen before.
Bring shades
Bring joy
Bring happiness
Bring love
And join us for
Coloured rainbows
Unicorns of love
And delectable delicious delights!
SiouxF Aug 30
Teaching your child to read
Is one of the greatest gifts
You can offer them,
Along with love of course.

Instilling a love of reading
Opens their innocent eyes to
Adventuresย ย 
Dreams and

It enables them
To find a way
To articulate
To visualise
To create
their own magical world
Borne of imagination,
But no less real for the imagining of

Enabling them to create
A vision and a realisation
Of a whole new world
Borne of imagination
And ways of being
Of futures anew, and
Ones of their making
And choosing
SiouxF Sep 12
The tragedy is in repeatingย ย 
Those sins done unto you
Your parental sins
Your ancestral sins
Chained to your neck
Weighing you down
Blighting the lives of everything you touch.
But now
Your choice
Is whether to remain shackled
Bound to fear and repression
Or to break free
And step into
Your desires
Your potential
Your possibilities
Your love
Your divine glory
Jay M Jun 2019
Maddened by the
Troubled by the

Unsure of what to do

- Jay M
June 14th, 2019
PM Oct 22
I'm losing my last grasp
on what we come to know
as a reality for so many years
and with that, I let go and fall,
fall to all the unknown, a void
to a road not paved, a future
full of unknown and I can't
help but smile at the ideas
of endless possibilities.
Flo Oct 4
Such a strange construct
Determining our every life
Limited and often scarce
Yet many times wasted
Then again I contemplate
What I shall do
With all of my time
Generously handed to me
So many possibilities
All the things I could achieve
And while I overthink
I waste it all along
After months of empty pages I found the time to write again. Then again the poem gives indications of what could be the cause. I can relate well and maybe some of you can do too.
She holds the universe in her little hands
A world of never ending possibilities
A future full of unlimited potential
Little girl, you control the world
You've already changed mine
To my nieces, little girls, go change the world.
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