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Nov 2013 w4nie5tu

Marsya Ian

Maybe
It is the way you talk
That failed my voice to speak
Maybe
It is the way you walk
That stunted me in awe
Maybe
It is the way you blink
That locked my eyes into yours
Maybe
It is the way you breathe
That caused me to suffocate
Maybe
It is the way you smile
That pictured everything to be seamless
Maybe
It was the way you loved me
That still pauses me to disregard.

Sep 2013 w4nie5tu

Voices And Virtues

Sep 2013 w4nie5tu

Iamshafix

Voices And Virtues

Am I not Heard?
Wherever I see are fools.
Converse Everyday like toyed tools.
Am I not Heard?
Seeing these artificial priests.
Question is,do they practice what they preach?

I have a voice.
I want to break the stereotype wall.
Breaking the division and stand so tall.
I have a voice.
I will put the world in order.
Correct the mistakes of our past father.
I have a voice.
Whatever I say is genuine.
I promise that I will change this world from within.

I am the future,
The epitome of change,
Every syllable I say is the truth,
that, I must say.

You can laugh at this poem,
At the ideas and the words,
Call me an idealist or a fool,
but contemplate at it first,
When our voices combine, we can amplify.
Change this world with our voice, no one shall defy.
This is our future, our generation.
We are the progress.
Stand back you elders,
Let us handle the rest.

The poem is about a child who wishes to change this world with his voice. The child was sick and tired of this so called 'world' that the older generation created.
P.S: this is my first time, my English isn't exactly perfect, there must grammatical errors somewhere. Sorry. have fun reading.

Aug 2013 w4nie5tu

Do you think of me?

Aug 2013 w4nie5tu

Isabella H

Do you think of me?

Do you think of me?
I'm dreading the thought,
Over and over again,
There's no insecurities,
just curiosity,
I stated the truth,
never implied,
meant for you,
only you,
your's to keep,
realism put into countless sonnets,
Literal and figurative,
I can only say and do,
All that I want to see,
All that I want to touch,
All that I want to feel,
All that I want to hear,
All that I want to love,
All that I want to miss,
All pointing to you,
Shall I rephrase it again?
All I can think ,
is of you,
I wonder again, do you think of me?
My dear,
Spoken like a letter,
a note filled with warmth,
I ask openly,
Is it wrong?
I stumbled upon you first sight,
Help me answer this question,
Because,
missing you never hurted so much,
until now.

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