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JCabanilla Jun 2020
You twinkle when you're being you.
Be unique and different it will be a great view.
Don't start your day without your smile,
Because wearing it is like having your own style.
Day 6!!! June 23,2020
Amy Perry Jun 2020
I feel pretty and soft,
Like a jasmine flower
Blooming with fragrant power,
Feminine and unique,
No two alike in pale white and pink,
Harnessing, absorbing
Sweet summer light,
The rich scent of jasmine
Carried aright,
Weightless and pungent,
Expressively existing.
I feel pretty and soft,
My presence caressing and kissing.
abp
Kaela Jun 2020
The Game...
          It involves trust
                              honesty
                                       loyalty
Enter your name...
          Not a nickname
                              not a fake name
                                        it will break honesty
You have a team...
          You have a leader
                              the aim is to **** them
                                        - But are you loyal?
Teamwork...
          Teamwork is the key
                              The killer wins the game
                                        - But are you a traitor?
The Rules...
          - You must show trust
                              - You must be honest
                                        - You must be loyal
Breaking The Rules...
          - You will be sentenced to death

Welcome to the game...!
Wrex May 2020
Ah, what a sight to see!
With the bright sun in the distance
Chirps of the bugs and bees
To forget the reason for our distance

A walk to end all walks
Till I see the dawn wake
As I reminisce that box
That always made you quake

Longing to dream as you could dream
Not to remember and a night to forget
To forget that pitched scream
And the tumble of your chess set

All I can do is wait for my day
And continue to live carefree
Walking into the next Friday
Living in a shattered reality
Tom Salter May 2020
“Bountiful
            Beauty”
broken
         beaten
burnt
         by
badly
          behaved
  boys
           bearing
  burly
               bodies
brusquely
                  built
             by
                “Boisterous  
      Benevolence”.
Sharde' Fultz May 2020
I love poetry
I love reading poetry
And the more I read the more I see the same themes
The same thoughts
The same feels...
And for a brief moment of weakness I feel like a fraud
Is it for naught
If we're all saying the same things?
Using the same bowl of words and rearranging them with different cadence and meter?
Then almost immediately I see the beauty.
I see the human experience.
And how we're all the same.
Acting and reacting within the scope of only so many emotions
My poem doesnt have to be the first to say it
I write it as a humble entry to this shared thought.
My signature in agreement.
Added proof that all these meticulously organized words have been offered earnestly and painted beautifully for all our sakes
Poetic T Apr 2020
I'm  missing some stiches,  
                         flawed genetic patterns
Carrillo Apr 2020
Bury the throne within glassed shells and frivolous stones, vex my Lord, and inspire dust into our moons then divide thy luminous corpse into two insightful rooms

Riddle your sword of inquisitive intentions sharpen its dull heart to shame contention
Guide it’s autonomy towards the blasphemous prodigy
Battle against despair and harmony  

Bury the throne within glassed shells and frivolous stones, vex my Lord, and inspire dust into our moons then divide thy luminous corpse into two insightful rooms

Come my Lord, thou shall rule amongst the rest. Bow and bless’ed be the headless cadavers before your death
Seek your sanguine coated philosophy within the depths of your own ominous masterpiece

Bury the throne within glassed shells and frivolous stones, vex my Lord, and inspire dust into our moons then divide thy luminous corpse into two insightful rooms
Kelsey Apr 2020
Oh beautiful flower

Your petals are falling

Your stem is bending

Your scent is fading.

What kind of flower are you?

Not bright or tall

Nor colored or warm

You stand out amongst them all.

A flower so keen on the heat of the sun

And the chill of the night

With the wind you will run.

For the pretty and the perfect flowers

Are a comforting sight

But the flower thats different

Makes a difference in life.
kip Apr 2020
you are one that cannot be described
for you are so different
so unique
so original

ineffable people
make the most remarkable impression
you've electrified me
my heart cannot stop beating
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