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elle jaxsun May 2019
?
who do you
want to be?
why?
when?
where?
with who?
how long?
Hannah Willard May 2019
A long way to go
Down a road, I don't know
Will I do it alone
Or with a purpose

My feet are raw
From the path to finding myself
I had hoped to meet you there
You might have gotten lost finding yourself
Ashari Ty May 2019

Tomorrow, tears
Will be shed

But today is not
For a sorrowful poem

'Cause I'm glad
That you've been
My home.



And you'll always be
My home.
Forever and ever my home.
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To my Family from SRC, to the ones who went with, after, and away, to Batch 2019, and the rest who will be missed, I hope this little poem could give a glimpse of the hundreds of thousands of words that got stuck in my throat. Thank you and good bye.
Ankita Gupta May 2019
You took the cloud from the sky
Where else will it belong?

I heard that new homes
Are not easy to be found.
Talia Yeager May 2019
I’ve never had a home but I’ve always wanted one.
I’ve spent a lot of time trying to understand what that word means.

Some say you carry your home within your heart
Others say your soul  knows where home is and it’s beyond this earlthy realm.
And if you feel like an alien here on earth chances are that resonates with you.

I’ve always searched for home in my family, my friends, lovers.
Nothing ever felt quite right.
Never gave me that feeling of content or made my heart feel whole.
Nothing ever made me lose that urge I would feel in the center of my body to stop searching.

Not until I found you.
You smelled like home, you tasted like home, you felt like home.
I’ve never had a home, but I don’t need one anymore

You make anything feel like home to me.
Miss Luna May 2019
This is the day you left me.
I smoked: once
twice
three times, maybe -

But the cigarettes
won't stop me
wondering
where you are.
Esther L Krenzin May 2019
What is this heaviness that lingers
in my bones
take it away, God,
if you're even there
grant me reprieve
or at least
a chance to breathe again
I called out to you
in the depths of my despair
but was sequestered
in the blues and grays
For just as the trees respond
to an exhale of wind
I expected a answer
from you
forgetting for an instant
to don my leather regalia
and so I payed
the price in full.

-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
Take away that which weighs against my strength. I am waning. Fading. And I will crumble away in the breeze.
Monica Alvarez May 2019
If there's much pain in leaving as there is in staying, where shall I go?
Drop in the Sea May 2019
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