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neth jones Aug 2023
life
distant
  and smudged by impurities

viewed thru aging window
summer 23
no. 1

11/07/23
Poetic T Oct 2017
Sometimes we don't see
           that which is brightest
before us.

         Only trying to stop,
                    when were already
static.
Essa Freedom Mar 2017
Who are you?
Shy?
Brave?
Religous?
Homosexual?
Perhaps spirted?

What have you been called?
Smart?
Geeky?
Cute?
Player?
****?

Who do you want to be?
A sister?
A solider?
A friend?
A doctor?
A parent?

There are so many things that define you
That make you who you are
Why let other tell you who you are?

Do the things they call you make you happy?
Are they true?

You may be thinking;
Who is she to be asking me this?
There's the fun part
I dont know

I myself am still defining who I am
Just like you

With every action
Every word
And every moments that passes by
We work on defining who we are
And who we want to be

So I will ask just one more time
And I beg you to think
Who are you?
Sri Shruthi May 2016
A body of different moves,
seems wrong around here,
isnt it? how do you see it?
calling them with different names.

A person of different likes,
not given the necessary facilities,
climbing up with all their efforts,
to end up with all the basic things.

A human of different organs,
nurtured, loved, raises to be
a superhuman, just like superman,
hold the hand, lead the life.

A heart of different wishes,
patted on the back to buckle up,
is what is to be done, for it wishes,
here I am, to love the different cups.

— The End —