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girlinflames Sep 18
i tried
i planted the seeds
watered them
let the sun in
pulled the weeds

the garden bloomed

but what should have been
flowers and love
turned into
discord and confusion

so i choose
the hardest thing
and the bravest—
to leave the garden behind

hope has grown heavy
lemons fill the branches
and i will not
make lemonade

yes it hurts
to let go
of what i tended
with such care

but i cannot
live a lie
Michael Ryan Aug 15
I said my favorite food was
something fancy until after college.
Then I found the voice to say it was pizza.

But I never did find a way to say
Me, Myself, and I don't really agree
with life.

Instead I said.
Sure, pineapple belongs on pizza.
Find a way to say how you really feel.  If you're not saying it then you aren't really living it either. (Which is difficult - no judgement.
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

I will burn every holy book I found.
A page where the rights are not same,
Once I looked at the woman,
She is not just pretty.
Woman...
She have breaking heart,
She have air soul,
She have a beautiful mind
She have respect too.
Woman want peace,
A face or a paper moon.
She is all alone from the beginning,
She is lonely, all by own.
Why there is violence all there,
When past have only scares.
When the history says about night.
A woman said, give me right.
There should be a heart,
Full of lights.
Tell me a name of that woman,
I will give her my heart
She have place,
She have my piece of this world.
One day, world will change, a woman once will say,
Before was was was, was was is
Why you are living in this world, without the eyes.

By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)
This is a mix of thoughts, mix or reality. I wonder what will the Drama call this right or wrong.
girlinflames Aug 18
Who do you trust?
Just so you know —
yesterday was ******* all of us,
so don’t play hard to reach.

People come and go,
stepping into our lives
and then leaving
as if they’d never been there at all.

Are you real,
or did you wander in from Neverland?
Because I know there’s no one left to trust,
so don’t act like this life is a rehearsal —
this isn’t a fairy tale.

So where do we go now?
I don’t know.
But you go first,
and I’ll follow —
or maybe I won’t.
Oliver Lenz Aug 14
Something inside me asked politely
to try some poetry, just for fun.
Now I know who asked.

Bypassing social expectations,
my inner critic,
and judgment's voice,
I speak my truth at last.
Brian Mutua Aug 12
Who Is Good? What Is Good?

I've always wondered
What is good in our choices?  
What is bad in the decisions we reason through?  
Every action, born from thought,  
Feels right   to the one who acts.

Yet still,  
Everyone desires to be called righteous.

The hero saves the world from the villain,  
But in doing so,  
He often mirrors the villain’s hand
All in the name of good.

And the villain?  
Yes, they harm, destroy, and take.  
But even they justify their cause
Claiming to serve justice,  
Or help God correct a wrong.

So who decides?  
In whose eyes is the villain evil?  
In whose truth is the hero pure?  
We live in a world where things  
Must always be  good  or bad

But perhaps,  
We just choose sides
And call it truth.
The poem clarifies the question most avoid to ask ,it gives the reader to reflect on the truth that rests silently in our doings as human beings.
Marwan Baytie Aug 12
Who quenched the light in the eyes of the seeing,
and taught him that trust is a blade
that turns upon its bearer.

He who now seals his heart
was once a house with open doors to every wanderer,
until he gave them sight
and they repaid him with blindness.

May the darkness they planted in him
take root and choke them,
and may the spirits cry their names
through a night that shall never know dawn.

Aman
girlinflames Sep 11
I always thought
I was giving myself pleasure
But in truth,
I was running from the pain,
From the emptiness,
From the abandonment.
girlinflames Aug 15
You told me
to gather all my things
and leave.

I did.
I didn’t hesitate.

It was as if you had opened
the cage door
that had been keeping me trapped.

I guess I’m sorry
it wasn’t me
who said it first.
But I’m glad—
because this time,
I didn’t let the chance
slip away.
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