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Byerly Jun 2019
The tears that were cried
The blood that was spilled
The sacrifice that was made
Are all the colors in the rainbow
Infinite wars for love and equality
You can see the highlight in the sky
As people dance with icons playing along
Diversity was written since the begining of times
It was put to some people  the hardest test to prove braveness
The fear to love will be no longer tolerated
We need somebody to call us "home"
We will resist, like we did in the old times
"WE REFUSE TO BE INVISIBLE" they shout
Holding flags and rainbows and colors and love.
Destroy traditions and create a new one
A new one where no one is afraid to be who they are.
"How can people hate this?" I ask myself
Dont hide away your scars
Instead show them with pride
Every king, queen, and leader has scars that are signs of a winned battle
We are warriors and we are comming stronger
Today is june 1
Aka the first day of pride month
Happy pride month!!!
Taylor Broussard May 2019
Scared to open these tattered wings of mine
In fear that they'll fall off
Putting on this dim halo
For all to see
Feeling nothing at all
But an icy darkness
Instead of my usual warmth
Whatever happened to
The holy angel I used to be

You took everything away from me
From my lock and key memories
That you sharpened
And continuously used against me
Down to the pure white cloak
That I use to wear so sacredly
Who knew that
Eventually
I would encounter the devil himself
This poem is about a very dark time that I went through. For those of you who can relate please know this, YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Jade May 2019
On the mornings
I woke up angry,
I would put on
a thick layer of eyeliner
before I left for school,
eyelids streaked purple,
a violet horizon backdropping  
the contour of my lash line.

I wore my makeup
like war paint
as if to send the message:

You cannot begin
to comprehend
this darkness I carry.

It is not an energy
to be toyed with.

I am not to be toyed with.

Don't you DARE **** with me.
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Justus May 2019
I don't care much for titles or trophies
I've never been one to reminisce over
past accomplishments
I only want to destroy the spirit of
the man before me
I will only be satisfied with victory
when I feel his grit wither away
When his sense of self is lost
I will have found myself again
Nietzsche is smiling at me from his cave
People tell me that I need therapy; I remind them that they are the superfluous.
an0nym0us May 2019
Your world was black and white
I presented you a beautiful sight
I aided your falling world
I saved you with painful words.

I am always aiding all of you
I promise to always save you
I hit you when you're being irrelevant
But now I am feeling very distant

You all salute my strength
But you never knew the truth...
The tough steel was bent
Indeed, disappointment is the fruit.

I am at the very bottom
Again, as if waiting for autumn.
But I prefer spring...
Because I'm walking in winter, desperately surviving.

I wish for reinforcements
Due to this storm, I'm breaking and leaving fragments.
From here, home is still far.
Walking alone, navigating through the stars.

I'm getting really tired...
But falling asleep in the snow, please give me fire.
Someone please, oh please rescue me
I don't want to say goodnight, its too early.
duang fu Apr 2019
she is a star
suspended in dreamlike wonder
i wonder where i can find you
covered in sunflower petals and hay
where in sunrise the flowers bow their heads to you
celestial bodies fall from the sky
drawn to heavenly presence
riding over velvet winds
i stumble and sail
Angela -
you are bloodied and disfigured
red from a soldier’s bite
the breeze bows to your sword in hand
as the sky turns ashen crimson
and you call out to the bodies
of the people before you
in declining crescendo
Angela -
you are a warrior
but you are cracked open
and i want to ask you if that hurts
the 1975 - surrounded by heads and bodies
28 april 2019; 11.01pm
Eitten S Apr 2019
Warrior of Wind
Stands on a cloud and looks down
from the big, blue sky

She watches for all
Waiting for the day that she
Can reveal herself

For now, she must hide
Until the gods themselves come
From the big, blue sky

Then when that day comes
She will soar across the sky
Bringing gusts of wind

She can't wait to fill
prophecies foretold of the
Warrior of Wind
5 Haiku poems combined. I'm not sure if there is a Warrior of the Wind, but if there is this is how I imagine her. Standing on a cloud, watching the world and waiting for the Last Day.
Gianni Apr 2019
If your controlled by fear
You will never give
If you scared of life
You will never live

When everything is wrong
There’s no strength to go on
No place to rest your head
No place to call your home

I’ve been there before
In fact I never left
My heart somehow still beats
Inside this steel chest

Broken knuckles show
The scars of our past
Fight through this pain
Feels like I’m chewin glass

Warriorssss
Tell me how much are left
Cuz I’m not givin up
Til my last breath

Warriors
Can you see the end
Will we be at peace somehow
Or only when we’re dead

I’ll never believe
That my life was meant to be
Who the **** thought that being born
Would finish happily

is it all a joke
Should we take it seriously
Or should we just give up
And finally be free
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