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That rabbit with the purest of white fur
Into the jaws of that wolf, it dived
But while that wolf thought about dinner
The rabbit thought of every way to survive
?RENROC A OTNI DEKCAB MEES I OD
Spicy Digits Jul 16
You don't know me but I know you
Blue green bruises peek through
Skin so thick
Even thicker will
Anxiety, depression, insomnia
Still
When will Crazy right her
Crazy story
Blue eyed lens of a world full of
Like-friends' glory
See more of us and less of them
See more women and theys
less incel boys, scared men
You don't know me, but I know you
And yet I still hope you surprise us
One day, with truth.
Steve Page Jul 8
Attend to your wounds,
mark your loss and
bear your scars - for
each wound is a win,
a mark of survival, worth
wearing on your sleeve.
In a Belfast accent, to my ear, 'wound' is heard as 'win'. Rachel **, thank you for the prompt.  See her scarred pots at rachelhoceramics.
Zee Jun 29
This world will throw you storms,
Sending shock waves to your knees.

They'll make you taste sugar.
Then watch you as you crumble.

They'll stake their claim.
Decide your name.

Tell you.
You're good.
Just not good enough.

Dreams you hold dear.
Will die out faster than any star.

This world will teach you.
Your blood, sweat and tears.

It's the only way.
You can live to survive.
Just for another day.

In a world that was rigged.
From the day you were born.

This world can be cruel.
That is why it needs you.

To shine the way.
You were always supposed to.

This world will take everything.
So you mustn't give your dreams away.

When they tell you.
To stop looking at the sky.
Do it anyways.

This world ran on dreams.
Long before reality.
An old poem I found in my notebook and wanted to share. This one is a bit more polished and was the message I wanted to get across then. This one is to the dreamers like me.
Izan Almira Jun 21
When the water comes
and the waves reach the shore
of the brink you’re sitting on,
don’t run,
don’t slip away;
look down instead.
If feeling the water sink in
will make every breath you do take in
more precious than a seapearl,
then jump.
Jump and drown in the sea.
Then live when you leave.
I love how this translation turned out, though it is quite different than the original Spanish poem:
cuando el agua llegue
y se asomen las olas en la orilla
del lecho donde te sientas,
no huyas.
mira abajo;
undete en la corriente;
deja que te ahogue
si sentir el agua llenar tus pulmones
va a hacer que cada bocanada de aire valga
más que una perla preciosa.
a poet Jun 20
i saw a cat crying
weeping into his bright pink paws.
and, as every human should, I went to him
"Oh Mr. Whiskers, why do you cry?"
he looked at me and said
"Why do the sparrows have wings?
for that makes them harder to catch"
"Why do the rats have noses?
by which they could smell me from afar."
"Why do the snakes live in burrows?
deeper than my paws can scratch."
"Why do the fishes swim so fast?
i can't even get a midnight snack"

I laughed "Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha"
like there was a ticklish feather on my belly.
"Oh Mr. Whiskers, why do you think you have claws?
why do you think you have those fangs?
why do you think you have that fur?
It is your life to hunt
and it is their life to run.
It is your life to leap
and it is their life to fall.
So don't be sad Mr. Whiskers
dry up your pretty paws.
The road ahead is full of scurrying things —
Let your claws do what they're made for.
Bri Jun 10
They tell me tomorrow holds promises,
But I don’t see them.
I don’t believe in miracles,
But I might believe in maybe.

I didn’t want tomorrow,
But I opened my eyes.
They call it trying-
I call it surviving.

Another sunrise I didn’t ask for,
Another breath I didn’t choose,
Same ache,
But different.

Because I’m still here
I want to be the dandelion
growing in between the cracks
in the sidewalk
living in spite
of everything trying to
**** it
Em MacKenzie May 17
She said “I don’t think I’m ok,
infact that much I know.”
She spends every single day
running against the winds blow.
When did she stop trying?
Did she even ever start?
Spends all of her time crying
as if to water a drought.

The tight rope is too tight,
and you walk a very thin line.
Another day and it’ll be alright,
and tomorrow you’ll be fine.

She said “I don’t want to a survivor.”
I tell her there’s worse things to be.
Keeps holding her breath like a diver,
but lack of oxygen is worrying.

We were standing right under the streetlight,
with no stars in our sight but those created with might.
With the cold’s bite making our skin burn and bright
saw the discomfort in my sight, “you got to clutch your jacket more tight.”

Now the pool is just too deep,
and your laps aren’t making time.
Another day and another promise to keep,
and tomorrow you’ll be fine.

The tight rope is too tight,
and you’re walking a very thin line.
But if you hold on with all your fight
then tomorrow you should be fine.
Hold on
another day will come.
Cheyenne May 13
Drown in your sorrow and fears,
Choke on your blood and your tears.
Bleed 'til you've run out of years.

     We must do what it takes to survive!

     Give up your honor and faith,
Live up your life as a wraith.
Die in the blood where you bathe

     We must do what it takes to survive

     We are the same, you and I
I love epic so much but this verse in the song just hit deeper as it shows just how far humanity will go for self-preservation.
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