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Yannick Plante Jul 2017
it rains
on the fire tonight
every drop stains
a doubt in my mind
potential in chains
mumbles for change
a dream in my head
drives me crazy
nothing is being said
flames trying to share
it’s just me
sitting with these chairs
my brain aches
there’s too much at stake
cities’ air
makes me suffocate
nature swears
fire does resuscitate

cold dream left alone
damp ashes have flown
warm dream come along
we’ll find our home
Isaac Middleton Jun 2017
your desire since you were a child was to be a singer,
The world gave you cigarettes.
You also wanted to be an astronaut,
The world gave you gravity,

Eventually you grew content enough to lay down on the grass, smoke your mind away, and stare at the stars.
It's never too late to quit.
Kelly Jun 2017
Forever wondering how did I end up here
Never realizing the blame is on me
Having no energy to shed these tears
Forever yearning for a better me

Hopeless, where do I begin?
Hopeless, does this ever end?
Hopeless, having love never be enough.
Hopeless, please just don’t give up.

Craving more from this shell of mine.
Can’t seem to push through the fog of a life I have created covered in mixed messages and signals I don’t understand.

Do you get me? Do I like me?
Do you know me, because I can tell you I am a lioness just waiting for life to
release me from its choking grasp.

I am more powerful than you can imagine, I just can’t summon the strength.
My mind bends and moves over a plane that you don’t see.
You ask how can this be? And I would say you truly don’t know me.

Why do I try to hide… It’s because YOU can’t handle my power inside.
You can’t feel what I feel. You can’t handle this burden.
When will this burden truly be a gift?
I know there is potential in every piece of me
But potential without energy is just unmoving power
And unmoving power is nothing.
Why have I been blessed with this gift,
This gift to see and feel everything you don’t.
You don’t know me, no one does.
I show you a glimpse of me and you cringe and curl away.
I am more valuable than you think.
This world cannot handle me.
I hide myself because you can’t understand the strength and love flowing through me.
I want to be Free, Please let me just be me.
C F Tinney May 2017
When magnificent light shines upon
the darkened soul
When illuminated
we now know
A truth

When destiny meets reality
and showers vision upon its foe
and realization hits
of what we should not know
A painful truth

May you never see what I have seen
what could have
but has not been
Contrast’s razor sharp sword
of truth

If you live blind upon the now
and then gaze upon the missed
may God Himself relieve you
of the never ending agony
of the truth
I wish you no pure truth
What has been made, when contrasted by what we are capable of.  So sad.
Bongani Moyo May 2017
Stole a laugh and a smile from you and it felt like when Prometheus stole fire from the gods.
Steve Page Apr 2017
Fierce potential
For pain
For hate
For fear

For love
For joy
For care

Forever potent
In every moment
For success
Or disappointment

So take each day
And squeeze it dry
Choose with care
Your closest allies
Don't want for trying
Don't fall for the lying
Stay true to your dreaming
It's yours for the taking.
Life is not for the faint hearted.
lei Apr 2017
this boy, they say,
contained specks of stardust in his eyes.

he has an infinite potential;
just like the sun,
he starts the day with gentle light
and a warmth that no other human
can ever posses.

i often wonder if he ever feels alone,
if he ever feels troubled,
if he ever misses his home.

not once did i see a fraction of sadness
and sorrow
in his sunrise eyes.

i hope he knows
that he can give the world so much
more than he can think of.

i hope the cameras don't take away
the transparency of his innocent heart.
because the light can only shine the brightest when it's dark.
happy birthday, mingyu.
Bongani Moyo Mar 2017
All this talk of people dying before they reached their potential,

Who am I to feel like I've been corrupted by mine?
life before the pages being written
is potential

Life in mid-sentence
is a form book

Life after publishing
is homage
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