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J Ann May 2018
do this do that they say
don't look that way look this way
be the way WE want you to be
see the way WE see
then I ask about this or that
and they say "oh no no no"
that's not how WE act
making me realize
they don't want be to be abstract
MichaelC Apr 2018
Her hair is so dark,
And her eyes so bright.
A smile so beautiful,
It gives off light.
Gorgeous to see but beautiful within,
Intelligent, sassy, and bold.
She takes the time to share a smile,
In a world that can be so cold.
She is beautiful in every way,
I just wanted to say thank you,
For being a part of my da.
Writing the way
To the sunlight
of another day.
The weather might ****
Or the bills pile up
and I'm **** out of luck....
I just pick up a pen
and escape these "Joys" of another "way"
To escape to my own created literary world...
As I write the way to another day.
Sanjali Apr 2018
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I’m on my way to find my soul,
With it I believe I will be whole.
Page after page I devoured some books.
Why, I wonder, do I get sour looks?
I only speak what's on my mind,
People say that it isn't kind.
But tell me just why I should lie,
What is there to fear when I'm about to die?
Pain and sorrow never do last
Neither do the actions in our past,
Happiness too flies away,
Is there something here to stay?
My existence is all I feel,
Then just why should I believe
In this world of changing lights?
Things come and go; Are they alive?
Soon, I hope the day will come
Where I will decide on what should become
Of this life that led me here
To this moment of utter fear.
I disappear or do I stay?
In this life tell me, I pray.
This was the first poem I published online, though the website now doesn't work anymore.
Lora H A Mar 2018
Sometimes I found myself
Laughing out loud,
Just to catch your attention.

Sometimes I just walk
In silence,
Looking why are you distracted.

Other days,
I just breath,
I just live.

Either way,
I know our time flow.
Now that we both go
In different directions.
I just thought,
How ironic people are.
How time is more than some question.
Carina Apr 2018
Sometimes you have no reason to stay,
and realize that's a perfect argument to go.
And that taking an entirely new way,
is the sore but single method to grow.

If you're washed-on abeyance's bight,
and you feel decision's heavy heft:
To choose the left where nothing's right,
or go to the right where nothing's left.

Remember it matters not where you proceed,
or which mountain you want to ascend.
It does not matter whether you succeed,
it is the journey that matters in the end.
Paint it fades
Shelf’s collapsing off the walls
A painted face
Skin is peeling it comes off

Shed the light
Leave the pain
A feathers sorrow in the rain
A wilted flower yet seeds remain
To grow and rise again and again

A grievance
A responsibility
Change has come so blessed be
To those alive to carry a legacy

Share the freedom
Compassionate wisdom
Braid the heritage into blood
Threaded carefully from what was

Glory has passed a torch and flame
That eternally burns but never the same
I ask you truly what is in a name
After all is said and done
What path, what way, what home did you make?

My grandfather made a path into all of your hearts, and that is where he is. This is his home.

R.I.P. Grandpa Ken
**Taiji**
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