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Blue coloured eyes she has ,
which takes me away from this
colourful world into the depth of the blue sea ,
indicating the depth of her love and affection towards me.

Talkative eyes she has ,
which takes me away from this noisy world into the depth of the conversation ,
indicating the depth of her care and thinking towards me.

Shining eyes she has ,
which takes me away from this glamour world into the depth of the shining stars in the sky ,
indicating the depth of her hope and expectations towards me.
This is my first published work from my school magazine.I owe this to my English Teacher , " Mrs. Namita Shridhar " , who approached me by herself to give her any of my written works for the school magazine.
And when I handed over my work to her , she just asked me that ' have you written this by yourself ? ' and I replied , ' yes ma'am ' and she then didn't even said a single word.
Whirling in your charm
I crave for owning tiara
ornamented with your love.

No matter what you are ,
but a king throning on my heart.
we all have songs
we can’t sing
out loud
they speak for us
they feel for us
they have the
softest hands
that reach so deep
they know things
about us
we don’t want others
to know
they can rip us
apart from the first
note
She sat alone.
Alone and at home.
Where her screams were silent,
But her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside.
And they indeed, ate her alive.
A tear rolled down her face
As her heart began to race.
She took her blade and tore her skin,
Where her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days,
Months,
Years,
And until she cried her very last tears.
She decided she had enough,
The world around her was much too tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Congratulations society,
She is dead.
“Your to fat”
“Lose some weight”
“No wonder he cheated you look like a hippo”
Your told these things on a daily
Bringing your self esteem down
But remember
Girl or boy
Your amazing the way you are
Don’t let anyone bring you down.
 Sep 2020 xavier thomas
Lane O
Your eyes, full of stars
A sea of constellations
You are my heaven
 Sep 2020 xavier thomas
MicMag
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
 Aug 2020 xavier thomas
1487
The poetry isn’t in all these words —
It’s in knowing I survived them.
Holy smokes! Thank you everyone for all of the support! I don’t come here too often so I did not expect this; what a beautiful surprise ♥️
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