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Thu Oct 25, 2018 1:04 am
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alliyah says...



there's something bitter about falling leaves
caught too quick in autumn wind;
they've lived their whole lives to change
and when they finally reveal
their flames in golden orange and crimson red,
they die, just when they've become
beautiful.
but i don't think i can ever love someone
who doesn't understand that teal
is a different color than
dark cyan.

  





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Thu Jan 24, 2019 12:23 am
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PassionatePoet01 says...



Me.

No one sees.

No one knows.

Me.

My secret.

My scars.

My pain.

My mind.

Me.

I look in the mirror,

I don't see myself.

I am not who I was yesterday.

Eyes more tired.

The light no longer reflects within my eyes.

The scars are healing up, but they'll always be there.

I didn't think that I'd be who I am, today, yesterday.

Me...

I am like every single human being,

Ever-changing, every single day.

Tomorrow, I will not be the same as I was, today.

Maybe I will smile more.

I might smile less.

I don't know who I am, or who I will be, but I do know who I am.

I am, Me.



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Thu Jan 24, 2019 4:03 am
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fraey says...



icy//begin

the cold wind drew
a slight line across
their dry face.

the figure hummed
before releasing
a breath of air.

soon the sun will
shine and heat
the weather more.

maybe then they
could start on
their walk home.
also concord/killeham/perks.
farewell, once, amidst a wave.
  





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Thu Jan 24, 2019 4:17 am
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alliyah says...



there's something sort of romantic
about poems that are never read,
messages trapped in bottles forever at sea,
letters turned to ash before they're addressed,
like the world kept a secret to herself
and thought it too precious
to tell another soul.
but i don't think i can ever love someone
who doesn't understand that teal
is a different color than
dark cyan.

  





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Thu Jan 24, 2019 8:27 pm
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fraey says...



she took a moment to speak,
to let a word fall from her
chapped lips from biting them,
her teeth yellowed by her love
of tea, but no air fell, and thus
she stayed, hovering in a
lost chance at a simple
conversation again.
also concord/killeham/perks.
farewell, once, amidst a wave.
  





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Sat Mar 30, 2019 2:40 am
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ellasnotebook says...



(((this isn't really that poem-y, but I was told to write and write I did)))

consider the table next to the trashcan;
imagine a sticky, greasy place with good food that fills but does not empty and there it is. the table no one sits at

i think that being the third friend is a lot like being that table

you're not hated,
you're just never especially wanted

so if, perchance, the table where to play a game of waterballoon toss,
or three legged race,
or go on fun dinner dates,
or trips to lakehouses,
or do projects,
or dozens and dozens of school assignments,
it would probably be by itself.

the table never chose itself, but at least the food here is cheap
with love ((;
  





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Sat Mar 30, 2019 6:03 pm
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alliyah says...



forget the dirt that collects in the grooves of your shoes
it only weighs you down when it's underneath your fingernails
and a bit of dust isn't worth fighting
when you are treading water against floods and hurricanes,
don't drown in the rain,
it's too much work to survive without
getting lost in the little things.

don't scratch at your sun burnt skin
while you're fighting moving forest fires
and I know it is easier said
than done, but pick your battles,
and pick them well,
and pick which ones you need to let go.
but i don't think i can ever love someone
who doesn't understand that teal
is a different color than
dark cyan.

  





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Sat Mar 30, 2019 6:19 pm
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fraey says...



should a new year bring forth
a wave of tears every day,
the time that sears in one's mind
yet they hold dear just the same,
to fight the fear that builds.
also concord/killeham/perks.
farewell, once, amidst a wave.
  





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Thu May 09, 2019 8:26 pm
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LordWolf says...



you will go stand on the edge.
and you will not talk back to the
command that tells you to do so,
even if the very sea is bubbling
beneath you.
  








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