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Kasey Wheeler Sep 2018
We didn't see the wind
We didn't see the rain
We didn't see the way
His eyes were sinking in

We didn't hear the storm
We didn't hear the thunder
We didn't hear the way
His voice grew vacant

We didn't feel the humidity
We didn't feel the cold
We didn't feel the way
His hands gripped ours

We didn't taste the water
We didn't taste the salt
We didn't taste the way
His words that were meant to invoke

We didn't smell the air
We didn't smell the tang
We didn't smell the way
He didn't take a shower

We didn't see him heal
We didn't hear him cry
We didn't feel him here
We didn't taste his pain
We didn't smell his self-hate

We didn't want to look
That far into him
Idk, take it as you will
Jennifer DeLong Sep 2018
Within the mind , I travel
I stop & observe
I stroll thru the unpaved streets
Like nothing will stop me
I can go there or here
It's quite a journey
I do say but what a thrill
For what I see & hear
It's quite remarkable
For my mind plays rock & roll
While , I journey thru
Seeing art & pictures strewn about
I think , I could stay
Must , I go .. return
For you see , I like it here
As , I leave , I smile
My mind though never far
Can be stubborn
For you see
Can only visit
not very frequently
Quite satisfying
So , I will return
Very soon

© Jennifer Delong 9/22/18
Anya Sep 2018
When you look at me
You instantly stereotype
My glassses
My skin color
You can probably guess I’m book smart
You’d be right
You can guess I’m introverted
You’d be semi right
You can guess I’m not naturally very athletic
You’d be right
You can guess my ethnicity
You’d probably be right
You can guess a lot of things
And there’s a high chance you’d be right for many of them

But...

What about those things,
You’d never guess?
I bet you’d never believe I was a Goalie
You probably don’t know I write poetry
I’m learning Chinese
I ran six miles in fifth grade
I enjoy acting
I’m an atheist
I have a mild obsession with Asian light novels
The list goes on...

But still,
The point here is
There’s a lot of things you don’t see

About me

About everyone

I’m just as guilty of judging as anyone else
We humans tend to categorize,
A lot
...
But,
It’s
Often
Not
True
From the perspective of an American girl whose parents are from India.
Denise Uy Sep 2018
takes a load of persuasion to convince me
to take off the blindfold that blinds me
wasn't made to really believe completely
that there's a better reality to see
a soul that couldn't comprehend the bad
takes a load of explaining to understand
that life isn't exactly very grand
just a little more coaxing to get up and stand

tired but not ready to let go of the shell
tired of believing that all is well
there's still so much pessimism to quell
need to be awakened by tons of church bells

never one to let the negativity out
always the one who lets people down
never really rising, always a half-crouch
eternity of darkness going round and round
never really appreciated calming sounds

help me get out of the grave i dug
the grave i buried myself in
don't look at my tombstone and shrug
i need help and i want a hug
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2018
In between the floating
day and night
that keeps this sublunary
planet live.
It's still an unseen night
from where the sunrise.

If only one can tell
from where the things dip out
only to scurry away.
I wanted to ask
but every one I see
is another punter
knows not when
that's time is up!
Bernnard AF Sep 2018
I said i won't cry,
cos' you left without saying goodbye.
Maybe one day you'll come back,
you'll come back to fight the dark.

You left your dreams behind,
life is just unkind.
The memories we made,
the plans we laid.
Fadeing away like the day,
wandering alone on this highway.

You left too young,
I've been trying to move on.
I don't know when we'll meet again,
tears drop like the rain.
Things have changed since you left,
I've been from south to west,just to see the Sun set.

REST IN PEACE MY DEAR FRIEND,
I'll tell you all about it when i see you again.
I am sorry i couldn't sing it in a song.

RIP
#see #you #again #tobi
Linus Stevenson Sep 2018
i remember what it felt like,
but i can't feel it
i remember what it tasted like,
but i can't taste it
i remember what it smelled like,
but i can't smell it
i remember what it looked like,
but i can't see it
i remember what it sounded like,
but i can't hear it

i remember Love,
but i can't
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2018
When I see the same star
every night, I ask
where did you go
at the end of the last night?

Skipping the gap!
It always gives me
the same reply.
See you tomorrow night!
I wonder as one read this poem what pops up in the mind in terms of life, nature and the time and space?
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