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Raven Feels May 12
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, we can feel people without knowing them too:)

angel nested in heaven

made earth feel like hells of seven

marked some scars in place of tears

maybe not in my right to dear

more for the blood is in the own

but swear my love will be tamed on her stone

Hiding on my own
My face is no longer stone
My emotions are now clear and shown
The things I feel to the bone
Have only grown
When I'm alone
FC Azaele May 8
Was i a stepping
stone? A little r
                             to get where you
                        are now? Perhaps
                        that must have been
                             ­                                 Maybe our definition
                                                      ­        of fun do not compare
                                                         ­     to be the same now -
I used to have fun when
you would be around,
maybe for you too...
but not in the same
way that I found.
MoonFlow Apr 11
They asked, "why are you as silent as a stone?"
She replied, "why should I be voluble as the Mynah? My heart and tongue are deprived of goodness just like a desert, deprived of a sea.
Another voice said, "Ergo, redundant talk comes with unbearable guilt."
They asked again, " if so, why do you not speak the despairs you hide?"
She replied, " Because, the gift of patience usually reigns.
The Gift of Patience is indeed a very beautiful gift...
Brumous Apr 11
I cannot speak, I cannot hear
I shall not feel, and I do not think;

For I am a stone,
that is better to be thrown away
I just don't know the problem; Maybe right now, I am too desperate to be liked by people and fill that void of my unknown desires

I hate it.
Megan H Apr 7
I allow myself to be a sinking stone-
Settling in the bottom of the sea,
Encompassed in darkness.

I wait for a tide
To bring me to shore-
But it never comes.
Twalib Mushi Apr 2
I was on my zone
with weapon
My heart
hard like stone
stands like mountain
fighting alone
Being guided
with my inner
My body
never want to frozen

My story shall be told
When i am gone
A story of a very brave
and courageous son
Fight with  those left us to starve.
cici Feb 16
wanting to reach out-
but Don't want to know
how will we love
after the first stone's throw?
So one of my teachers recommended this book in class, 'How We Love' by Kay and Milan Yerkovich and it is one of the most enlightening books I have read for myself in recent years. It talks about how we love, how our childhoods shape how we love, and how we can love better through reckoning with it. Highly, highly recommend. You can also take their quiz to find out your love style:  
Do it, you won't regret it!!
Emma Pratt Feb 3
i have butterflies
every single one unique in its own way
beautiful delicate wings
with intricate patterns and a variety of colors

each individually carved from stone
by the anxious claws that embed themselves into my skin

i focus on those butterflies
if only to distract me
from my thoughts in my head
from my tingling fingers turning numb
from my pounding heart
and from the air that is no longer in my lungs

i focus on those butterflies
on the way their rough wings scrape along the inside of my stomach
their screams from being crushed by those sharpened claws
and the heavy
sickening feeling
they leave behind
pink snowflakes
litter my front lawn

they will melt away
under the watchful eye
of a summer sun

leaving only a stone
surrounded by fruit
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