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SgScrib 1d
When the wind tries to hit you from directions, hold on, girl.
When your scar oozes blood, hold it on.

When you find no way out, just hold on again.
Close your beautiful eyes, and smile on it all.

Not that your story is ordinary and deserves to be taken granted.
It is way gorgeous than what all see.

All those tears, heartbreaks, scars are yet too beautiful and deserve respect.
It is fine to find answers.

It is still fine to search yourself. But, dear girl, don't hold it on longer.
You know, few scars do not need to be corroded.
They are better be left unhurt.

Count back those nights you hid your tears somewhere deep down your favorite pillow.
Hundreds. Thousands, may be.

Now, show me, beautiful, how you rose in all those times.
Don't you see life growing beneath your feet?
I respect it. That Everything. I mean it literally.

Someone might not have held you warm. But, tell me, were you not enough alone?

I'm not here to tell you good or bad.
I'm here to see you shine back and let the girl come back to life.

Your feathers want to flap, a deep dive into the blue sky.
I'll still be here on the roof waiting to see the whirls of your free soul.

Wheeeee!
That smile, I long for it. This world longs for you.
There is no other way.
There isn't.
You smile, girl, like never before.
Yes, exactly like this.
You look so gorgeous!
If I could, I would,
make you happy, make you smile.
But I will not be your entertainer,
just to be here for awhile.

I am the wind, blowing through sails,
from places left unknown,
to linger by your side,
the place where I've flown.

And I try to prove, to provide,
to create my happiness through you,
but the longer that I stay and fight,
the fast you're proving untrue.

So I'll leave soon, garner peace
in another land with new folds,
to see if you'll chase me,
just without being told.

Because if I am your provider,
you breath of air, your kindle,
I expect at least your gratitude
for my presence, just a little.
be thankful for those whom you have.
Star BG 3d
A whirl blast it starts to come
pushing clouds that part for sun.
Air roar now tickles inhale.
Very strong like winter gale.

Gust makes tunnel in the sky.
Birds fly with wings oh so high.    
Gales speaks to warn one and all.    
Now take cover before fall.    

Crystal children plan their ascend
Clouds open with flecks to send.  

Nobel mountains start to shine.
Landscape white it is divine.
saw word  whirl-blast meaning wind thusly this poem was born
My narrow cave is zero colour
a thousand winds that blow over
only blow away kohls yet to see an eye.

The sunrise beams out in the morning's hush
as do the sun basks in the swift uplifting rush.
Ah, only to miss out again like yesterday,
there was a cave it tried to highlight.

Then lost me in the dark find a Moon
heavily tilted yet over a shady turf.
Every star eying upon it knows that
tomorrow again this will host the sunrise!
Mike 5d
we were lighting cigarettes backwards
in the backseat, drinking from plastic cups
do you miss me?
do you miss days when
so much didn't matter
so no matter what we did, we
were just happy to be there -
The rain drizzles
On the face they sizzle,
As sparks of laughter
Breaking through the hustle.

The wind sprints
In the ears they speak,
The tales of land
High around the majestic peaks.

The sun climbs
Over the thunderous kinds
Filling the eyes
With it's age old smile.

But then there's
The moon that hides
When the world is alive,
Peeping through the distance
Till the time is right.
Go out and run with the wind.

A lively debate
that inside I create
A seemingly
simple state
But this state
of affairs
Is like a ****** affair
The details
I wish not to share
Please,
don’t stare
For inside
I’m scared
Am I prepared?
Do I have
the ***** to do
what I really care?
Or am I going
to stay on this ship
of self-despair
Where
I can scream
my lungs ******
into the air
But does anyone care?
Do I even f@cking care??

Maybe a life spared
but spare me the
retched bullsh@t

of self-pity
I’m self-giving
It wreaks up the air
It’s noxious scent
is not one I care
to ever encounter
or fair

Let’s “clear the air”
and take on
what I want
from now on
No longer a ****
who is living the tired
joke
of some pathetic
love song


No, THIS
is my “Swan Song”
Where I belong
This sh@t is ON!

Climbing the mountain strong
Bellowing a chant
a song
That’s been so deep within
for so long
It can only come out
Right
Because “wrong”
does not belong
This virus
is airborne


No longer forlorn
All the darkness
is gone
You have been
forewarned
Are you ready?
Because it’s coming
Sounding the horn
Sacrificed
the firstborn
The “storm”
Once icy and cold
Now simmering warm
Going to bubble into
volcanic ash scorned
This Oath
hath been sworn
Tattered and torn
**** cloth
all that is worn

But forward my path
What’s behind me
My ***
The past
Worn out,
decayed,
and shriveling trash

All that
is gone
as I head
towards the dawn
Through the darkness
I’ve trekked
The Sun rises ahead
And with it
My song

My Swan Song
I am reborn
withered and worn
But still strong
I belong
I am one
with the Universe

The path before me
is brightly lit
with happiness and joy
No more patheticness
All the grit
and the spit
Broken teeth
All that sh@t
It all meant something
It was THIS

Every bruise
Every brake
All the “wrongs”
and “mistakes”

Are what it takes
You can call it fate
or simply short of fatal
but since
neonatal
through this day till
Every day
I thankfully say
“Thank you”
for showing me the way
Because now I have
A love that stays
A true love
One that can’t
get away
Because I value Me
One ‘hopes’ or ‘prays’
But like a house
Each brick is laid
Onto the next
Foundation made
A sturdy house
Can’t blow away
Hard work put in
Made it this way
The same for me
The price I paid
But end result
A saving grace
Written: December 6, 2018

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Sophia Dec 5
flower petals
seem to travel
on the wings of birds
on the outstretched arms
of the wind
fluttering like eyelashes
like the rustling leaves
of dying trees
down to the ground
at your feet
if only
i could get to you
just a little faster
Anya Dec 5
It’s frigid
My entire left side
Is being pelted with snow
And wind
And cold
But for a moment it’s nice
This numb, space of time
When no obligations
Nothing, is
pressing down

Only where I’ve been
And where I have
To go
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