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How did you get in here
How did you work your way into my life
The one I keep people out of

How did it start to get to me
How did I start to care
How did you start to matter
When nothing else does

How did I not see you coming
How did you dodge my defence
How did you get past the walls
      Those are lies
                     I let you in
Cné Jan 2017
Black lives matter
When people quit making the distinction
Think about that
Before going off half cocked
With hateful thought
I live in love without prejudice
S Smoothie Dec 2016
Kisses sent to the moon and beyond
blown with a breath on a heartbeat
Why do the stars drift so far?
why do you hide amongst them so well?
To you, wherever you are,
sitting atop my lucky star
the one with the Halo burning bright
can you feel my love tonight?
Do you hear my deepest wish
jump a little star or two closer,
If only just a while, to close the distance between you and I
to capure some small pulse of your resonance
So that I might respire,
In the absence of your burning touch and heavenly fires
That set alight the ache, of long held desires
a kiss on the breath of a heart beat,
hunts the space of time
for a flicker in the hopes
in some small way,
I still matter...

Kisses to the moon and beyond
blown with a breath on a heartbeat
Why do the stars drift so far?
Shofi Ahmed Oct 2017
Keep your sea
keep your
treasure trove
just spare a drop.

Big story small bottom line
that matters the most.
Shofi Ahmed Jul 2017
maybe a mole
in the mountain of space.
But the story is bigger
than any epic tale.

It's the one scoops
the bottom line
of the bottomless space!

Small simple finishing
tells the complete tale
'as above, so below'.
One that takes into
account all the matter
and the entire space.

The story goes on
The fine earth takes its place.
Now the mountain
sits on the mole space!
Grace Oct 4
It's not the 2 a.m.'s
With no sleep
And words on my brain
And homework forgotten

It's not the 5 a.m.'s
When my lungs forget
To breathe
And my eyes forget
What it's like to be dry
And school starts in two hours

It's the 10:36 a.m.'s
When my eyes are dry
And my smile is tight
And I'm walking with no purpose
Down the crowded school halls

It's the 11:06 a.m's
When I'm crying at my desk
And my teacher looks me in the eye
And walks away

It's the 1:25 p.m.'s
When I walk into study hall with a limp
And tears pooling
But no one asks why

It's the times where people
See a fraction of my pain
And they don't have
A fraction of compassion
In Return
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