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Khoi-San Jan 21
Her
body
rejects
the
anomalous change
Her
gut
spits
out
suicidal atoms
are
we fuelling
a
pandemic
This
Is
A
Global warning
Of
Global warming
Saint Audrey Sep 2018
Could you stay the same
For just one more day

Could you stay
The same
For
Just
One more day

Do you feel that weight?
Starting to shake
Distant thunder begins to roar

I exist through sleepless nights
And the chances
As the first few drops start falling down

Pleasure and pain
Human traits
Vying for attention in the back of lucid nightmares

Everyone is the same, after all

Could you stay the same
For
One
More
Day
Seanathon Jan 2018
I hate being human.
I hate the waiver.
Because the things that I do habitually, aren't even me.
I just learn them.
Slowly.
Steadily.
The learned yet subconscious, Me.
Thanks for the site fix EY. Good to be back.
Clarice Alvarez May 2014
He's a child of only eleven years
But half the size of all of his peers
People say he's too small and skinny; that's a fact
But I think of him as delightfully compact

He's the child of the opposing team's coach
Whom others find difficult to approach
Yet he brings sunshine to rainy days unlike his father
You could say this boy's the Sadness Robber

He likes to spin as his feet fly around the court
And when he tosses the ball back and forth
In my head, Spinning Miggy became his moniker
It fit very well that he had a basketball court to conquer
For a boy in my youngest brother's basketball team, who I may have grown quite attached to. He's a total sweetheart, I swear.

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