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noor Feb 2020
we all were humans until
race separated us
the money in our bank accounts classified us
religion divided us
we all bleed the same
so why cant we see the same?
Erian Rose Feb 2020
Together
We can make it through
Push past the rough, face our fears
Runaway from here
Make our own light in the darkness
And live our lives
No matter how far apart we are
We can make it through
Together
Faizel Farzee Feb 2020
I rest beside you,
breathing in sync, hearts beating as one
I get lost in the splendor that is you

Love surges in kaleidoscope of colors
we see them through wondered eyes
unspoken truths singed to our souls
this love eternal we freely share

I breathe in your essence
the life blood of my being
a nectared aroma
i inhale with every breath that i take

Your lips a cherrie wine
i willingly drink to a stupor
a senselessness ,
leaving me aching for your touch

you are the air that i breathe
my oxygen in a choking world
a promise adorned by Angels
a promise in this moment ,we will never leave.
There are magical moments
in this dying world , grab onto it tightly
even with words unspoken
it's a feeling that words can't describe
a moment to be enjoyed.
a feeling to be kept unbroken
Thomas Harvey Jan 2020
Since the dawn of time, there has been an urge to travel
Through many decades and a few dozen centuries many nations were born
In the early days, most of the roads were paved in gravel
As time went by many fell apart and became torn
Society changed often leaving us crippled in chains
The few that did travel spoke only of the place and not the flight
For they wouldn't even care if the sun stopped shining bright
And so people continued on being mindless brains
As for I, I chose different, leading a path not concentrated on my destination
But rather the temporal zones in between where time had ceased to exist
By doing this it allowed me to enjoy all of creation
For the journey of a man is not defined by his final resting place
The journey of a man is defined by the travels shown on his face
Anya Jan 2020
Every work of heart is each a piece of art
Be it poems, sculptures, music or drafts
Each are beautiful and marvolous krafts
Novels that remain throughout their age
Perfect art upon every page
Paintings with stories not written in word
And songs that bless all who heard
Man may say and do the worst
With hateful crimes and words accursed
But while we bring the world to its end
At least we have a heart to descend
Thomas Harvey Jan 2020
Why do we say the things we say
Why do we talk the way we talk
As if we plan to live each and every day
And yet, even I am afraid to walk
People walk by and by trying to trade, nickels and dimes
We become obsessed, so obsessed we lose, track of time
What about you?
Has life been treating you cruel
If so, why not, why not give up
If I may dare to say it’s because
We all lift each other up
Why do we talk the way we talk
Is it because the way we walk
Why do we say the things we say
I guess, I’ll find out someday
Colm Jan 2020
Patience is no freer than sky
No further than breath from within you breathe
No more mapped than oceans collected cold
And yet warmer than the touch of summery springtime bold

Patience is cost
Patience is free
Patience is you, still
Waiting for me
Patience Is We
Natasha Jan 2020
"Could you please love me a little less"....said nobody EVER.
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