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 May 2021 Julie
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 Apr 2021 Julie
Joe Quaale
When words are found to be unspoken. a whisper is the only way to get them to open. And when words are too loud to block them out,use The quiet That's  surounds each one,to point them out. Peace And quiet Need one another When it's time To rest In the arms of a lover. Where ever It can be found when the quiet captures a whisper Talking out loud, It's the silence that lets it out.🤔
Peace and quiet
 Mar 2021 Julie
Eliseatlife
Untitled
 Mar 2021 Julie
Eliseatlife
Why is
Silence
So
Loud
 Mar 2021 Julie
Lauren Johnson
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.
 Feb 2021 Julie
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
 Feb 2021 Julie
Av
Hurt.
 Feb 2021 Julie
Av
The hurt may go away
but your memory will
forever rest in my soul.
 Feb 2021 Julie
shortweeb
Different
 Feb 2021 Julie
shortweeb
Mom,
It is a different kind of pain
It is a different kind of sadness
It is a different kind of happiness
It is a different kind of excitement
It is a different kind of crying
It is all different than what you think...
I am in more pain then you will ever know. But I will continue to keep saying it until you believe how different I really am.
This is my first poem and I'm kind of scared
 Jan 2021 Julie
Samantha Cunha
Bay
 Jan 2021 Julie
Samantha Cunha
Bay
The man
who kept
his emotions
at bay
drowned
in them
all
one
winters
day
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