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The Poem of Minerva |
Anonymous
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Alexandra Cody
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sunlight through your curtains like the moonlight when we first met roses in a glass vase poses as a bouquet matte red and dew glisten under porch light faded flickering you like deep confessions in the darkness, never ending.
ScrewtapeEvangeline Torgerson
yeah, well maybe i’m not the best
maybe i’m bits a pieces from a past not left behind grasping, hoping unrefined maybe i’m far from grown just treading water mumbling lyrics to a song i never had the time to know but maybe things can change and like you, i’ll become something but instead for the better and maybe, given time i’ll develop and sprout like sister tree and brother leaf writing, hands shaking, “My Dear Wormwood,” the final letter with the options i’m weighing i wanna be something new Golden HourAnonymous
Golden hour
Hour of gold Not an hour of richness But an hour of enrichment Only last seconds Wish it last minutes The hour will come again Tomorrow perhaps But for now sit back Bask in the hour Golden hour N/ALaura Masic
Paraphrasing my words
Open thoughts to convey Expressing emotion is not for nerds Trying to phrase my concerns Rhyming under a rowan tree You should try POETRY! The CanaryVal O'Neal
No one knows the canary that cries in me.
No one knows my heart is a lit torch I carry through the night toward the setting sun. No one knows the name I softly cry. But I do. I do. I will wake today and brush my teeth. I will walk today and water the earth. I will sing until I shatter the windows. Canary, cry, cry, cry |
Morning and night are times ahead,
Into the night, we cast doubt Now we must plan for war, Every hour is counted forth Running ahead and scouting Verifying the enemy at fore Abroad the horizon, a new day begins. Above now and soaring ahead, The mighty eagle cries aloud Heavens above shines on us Every fight earns her trust No one can hide from her now A great warrior has come to help. If It Doesn't End With UsAutumn Richardson
I hope our paths cross again
When the time is right And the universe is on our side Giving us a chance to do things better Because I wasn't ready to watch everything fade I wasn't ready for you to become a memory I wasn't ready for these long reminiscent nights I wasn't ready to pack all our moments in a box Because I wasn't ready to stop loving you But if it doesn't end with us I'm forever grateful to have known you as long as I did You might've caused me great pain But you also healed me in ways I never knew were possible And I thank you for that I don't know what we are now, but I miss what we were I'll never regret my time with you The memories we have created will last a lifetime You will always be my first love ClosureAnonymous
you can't be mine
and I can't be yours. I let you go so you can find the relationship you deserve. cause talking will never be enough for the two of us but I cant date you even though you're the one i love. I want you to find happiness in someone who can give you it I hope they know you're special and don't take you for granted like I did. The Lonely WormVal O'Neal
My name is The Lonely Worm.
Today I feel like a lonely worm writhing in the dirt. Sometimes I am a bird. Sometimes I am the sun. But always I am narrowly survivant. I ask the world, “I cannot possibly be destined to live in fear and die in indifference; what is truly my place in the world?” And the answer is a lonely worm writhing in the dirt. MigraineEllagrace Kays
Spinning images
Chamaeleon eyes Double vision double vision double vision Lizzie Borden taking wacks at my head Lying on the floor, not playing dead Second coming of Christ from the bathroom Light Brighter than 3am at night Floor and I are in a committed Relationship, lasted longer Than any celebrity Spelling is bad, sleepy foggy Brain, yeah that thing |
Aberration Emmanuel Ortega
Take for instance this new life of his. It was filled with dry heat and harsh rays from the sun. The desolate land that many saw as a fantasy had come to be a disappointment. A thousand miles away, this new situation was much different from the life of his past. Those that he loved had been left behind, leaving him with a sense of dark loneliness. The kind of feeling that leaves a shortness of breath with a tightness in the chest. It made him feel empty as if he had lost a sense of himself. Then there was the matter of the disease. It forced everyone to put on a mask, trapped in a life six feet from the ones they love. With this came a mass loss of purpose in life. Passion was lost, freedom was lost, life was lost, all in the blink of an eye. What started as a two-week vacation had turned into the worst two years of his life
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Two StringsAnonymous
Two strings far from one another. A path in the long, winding future resulting in three more. That future would require a different home several times and a new tongue for the two strings to intertwine. The first step: to travel abroad. One with family, one without. Our lone string bathed in honor, salt, and the sea on a new coast. He became accompanied by friends and discovered his new home in brotherhood. Our domestic string would explore new places in their youth a couple a times, but eventually settle near the lone string’s salty air and beaches. She would love the cities she came to know, but hold them in her heart and stay here instead. Common friends would push them to finally and fatefully meet. Similar backgrounds and lives but somehow still so different. Common tongues, but different dialects. Now a shared home, a shared family. The three strings follow shortly behind. That future had been met and the prophesied knot tied.
Cusp of MagicDorian Muncy
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