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there were worlds in my eyes that no one else could see....
they called me a dreamer, the way I would imagine the world not as it's truly seen
I was anything but....
I was set apart
always running in circles as they all think it's so easy
but I was living in a non reality
my mind spoke to loud
they have no idea how everything is so hard.
you would never want to live like I live....
Jasmine 16h
Oh, nature,
            tell me,
Did humans break your heart
                          and rip away your sense of being alive?
Did they destroy your bare roots,
before soulless people would cut them?
Can the water still breathe
with all the plastics chasing her dreams
                                                          ­       of  feeling free?
Flowers dancing in hell,
crying that their happiness was blown away.
Trees have become lifeless,
with burns that ruin their appearance,
While a movie plays in front of their eyes,  
                              tearing  their family apart,
                                          while still alive
                                                    in the heat of fire,  
                                                         ­            hurting  their
                                                      ­                           sorrow
                               ­                                                        and
     ­                                                                 ­                         their cry.
The beautiful paradise is turning into a desolate wasteland,
with the cemetery of nature,
and humans stepping on their land,
smiling, as they kept the place
                                    as silent as death.
Kishori 6d
We dreamt to be a teen
Soon turned from twelve to sixteen .

We entered into teen
With lots dreams
Soon from twelve to sixteen
But it turned out to be too extreme
Confused about choosing a stream
Being forced to study law, medical or engineering
Once we dreamt to be a teen .

Having complete hopes and aspiration
Without a particular direction and complete frustration Is this all we dreamt of?
In the process of learning We all are suffering
Went from living without any kind of stress
To fear of being judged by people for our regress
And to face problems to show them your success We all grew up. .

As a child always dreamt to see my teenage
But never felt it would be so ruthless
We dreamt to be a teen But now wishing to be twelve but can't because we are sixteen!
Piyush 7d
Locked inside the walls,
Sitting in the hall,
Trying to recall,
Yet I slip and fall.

What is it that inspires you?
What is it that desires you?
Is it inside these walls,
Or is it the outside calls?

Did I do something wrong?
Or have I been wrong all along?
Is it me who doesn’t belong,
Or is it the world that belongs?

The struggle is hard,
The game isn't fun,
But the process is an art,
And the player is one.

The inner voices ask,
"Am I done?"
The player removes the mask,
Killing himself with a gun.
To see it, defines what it cannot,
It brings itself for what is not.
It has knotted its way from futility.
Now it is reality.
From henceforth, you know not,
To see it defies its knot.
I pondered on how the mundane can create absurdity. So, the goal of this poem was to show the existence from the mundane can create absurdity. Though subtle, it is such an anomaly to see, as it is reality.
Sophie Chen Mar 25
Take a hiatus
to the petal adorned
sidewalks,

floating above reflections
of a pale canopy
Puddles-
of which are
doors back to reality
Ever have a dream so comforting, you never wish to leave?
there’s most likely a certain feeling within the world, sweet…and bitter.
soft footfalls gently approaching you, almost silent against the chatter of the city
making your blood rush faster, your heart beat louder than you thought it ever could
the adrenaline goes up and twists your surroundings, making them so very colorful
all of a sudden a fantasia too good to be true materializes right before your eyes
so perfect, so beautiful, almost a bite of awestrucking sticky-sweet bliss, of heaven—

yet then

it all falls down, a gleaming castle of visions crumbling into worn brick and cracked stone
crashing, shattering into millions of thin, crystalline shards of broken glass, clear as day yet cold as night
grappling on, plunging into your flesh and twisting your heart, knifelike pain searing into your skin
with ashen, burnt, blackened vines, branching out and ripping you into shreds of a being.
it’s so ****, so bittersweet, so soothing yet so stoic, so overly melodramatic
you wonder why you believed this flawed, traitorous fantasy in the first place.
it lets ripples of pain strain through you in cascades, tormenting you
with waves of sobriety you wish you didn’t feel.
enveloping with perfection, and crashing with hurt
this perfectly imperfect unfolding drama
feels a lot like reality.
Lidia Mar 22
I came to my room exhausted,
And jumped into my bed.
It was a dark gloomy night,
Without the slightest Ray of light.

I felt slight touches round my skin
Then I heard the thud of a heavy tin.
Out of fear my heart wanted to shout
But I knew nothing would work out.

It was one forty
Soft blows around my body.
Noises broke the serenity of night.
Who could understand my plight?

All these noices, how could I eliminate,
I wonder how long would I hallucinate.
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