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I was a bird
پرنده ای بودم
In the sky
From your eyes...
...در آسمانی از چَشمانِ تو
When you didn't see me flying
در آن هنگام
که پروازم را حس نمی کردی

Why are your eyes so beautiful?!
چرا چَشمانِ تو آنقدر زیباست!؟
That I released the lock of hair
To your wide blue sky...
که من موهایم را
...در آسمانِ پهنِ آبیِ تو رها کردم
 Mar 2021 UZara Mist
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
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Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 Mar 2021 UZara Mist
Trin
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
 Mar 2021 UZara Mist
SophiaAtlas
Do you ever read something you wrote when you were little and you just really wanna die a little because you were so cheesy?

Me at age 11: " I am a sea of feelings. I am an emocean."
Once I was 11 years old......
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
 Mar 2021 UZara Mist
Jake
How do I express,
To the people I love most,
That the emptiness I feel
is no fault but my own?
 Feb 2021 UZara Mist
Sarah L
Dead rose stems,
papercuts from love letters,
and discarded gold

Grayscale summer memories,
the chill of a touch once warm,
and waterlogged eyelashes.

Yelling, screaming, LONGING--
voices with the chalky grit of sandpaper,
spitting leaden insults.


This is the end of love.
Title inspired by a Florence and the Machine song of the same name.
 Feb 2021 UZara Mist
Naomi
When I’m drunk and words don’t make sense

That’s when I will tell you the truth

I don’t know why I feel incomplete all the time

Your love brings me joy but I don’t understand you

Or maybe I just don’t understand myself

I don’t know where to go from here

Will you promise me forever

I might wake you up from your sleep

And I might rob you from your sleep

But I will forever dream about you in my sleep
 Feb 2021 UZara Mist
Strying
the call of the void.
I may not speak French,
but I seek the same:
existential freedom,
endless darkness,
eternal peace.
<3 LOVE U ALL AND THANKS FOR READING MY POETRY <3
writers note ab mood: I really feel like my anxiety is getting worse despite a week off of school.
i want to cry so badly that
i want to cry
that i want to cry

you overwhelm me.

i want to cry so badly
but my ducts are dry
the tears well inside

i'll drown intern a l l y
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