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Makenzie Marie Mar 2019
Are you sure
You want to keep me?

I nod my head,
Happily.

I want to keep
Who you’re becoming.

You are the one
I’ll never stop loving.
Marcelina Mar 2019
I am fire,
Warm enough to give you comfort and a feeling of safety
And
Hot enough to burn you and be your ending.
There is passion and love within me as well as destruction and the ability to create a storm.
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
Do you see clear the coast at hand.
And know the side to which you stand.
Are your feet safe in the sand.
Or do you flounder in the waters band.
Is your strength firm on the land.
Or will sea hold sway through its command.
Will you follow the seas demand.
Or pull for shore with oars all manned.
To steer the course that life has planned.
Toxic yeti Mar 2019
These days
There are more wolves
Instead red riding hoods
Those who are
Wearing red
Are vulnerable
My weapons is my mouth
And my minds
Pick your’s carefully.
Out smart the wolves.
annh Mar 2019
She used to count the stars with me at night,
Until the darkness became familiar,
And no shadow was left unknown.

Then, kissing me gently on the forehead,
She would whisper in my ear:
‘Know yourself and you shall know the sky.’
alexandra Mar 2019
you are so great to me
you are my sanctuary

lost in your arms, there is no place I'd rather be
Zywa Feb 2019
Invisible is my hand, in which
the earth lies, I caress and hit her
pull fire out, pile up ice

I bring hail to her, snow and rain:
Love me, please!
Oh, love me, please!

.....The humans hope to see me
.....and to hear from my mouth who
.....I am and what my plans are

.....they search the secrets
.....of life, they ask:
.....Love me, please!

They seek access to heaven
to power over safety
no unpredictable wind

but Amma Appa
to look after them:
Love me, please!
Collection "Secrets & Believers"
Baylee Kaye Feb 2019
my heart breaks for what breaks yours
everything I am falls apart with you
let me be your refuge and your strength
I will give you all of me for all my days
so long as you trust me with your heart
d.c.
abby Feb 2019
no longer in the safety of these decorated walls
say goodbye to friendly faces in these crowded high school halls

these people were like family for four metamorphic years
the guidance of the teachers subsided tides of crystal tears

hidden in the chrysalis of the freedom of young age
do not forget this chapter as you turn to the next page

the transformation is complete
the chrysalis bursts
we have now been banished to the real world
written on the poet's last day of high school
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