Flashes of light race past the view
A constant stream of change
Green, red, yellow, blue
For no two colors are the same
They bleed they mix
And separate again
And for sure, what they were at the beginning
Is not the way they will end
The essence remains as their lives are lived
They’re cut and sewn together again
But underneath they stay the same
Different, but similar in this game
Aliens and new to each other they are
But still they mix and blend
Like that first day of kindergarten
That innocence that should have never end
The freedom, the friendships
Without any bounds
Not judging the differences
That are evident all around
We grow and see on the outside
Not the in
So to each other
Always will we be
Alien
About the Creator
Tina Rose
Life Long writer, Reader, tea lover, and Self care advocate.
Just trying to bring a little light and joy into this world.
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The Sound That Carries Me
When I lie in bed, the train always finds me. The wheels slam against the tracks, loud and unforgiving, like something inside me that never learned how to rest. The horn cuts through the dark in broken intervals. Too close, too real, impossible to ignore. It drags me back to the fields of my childhood. Back when I thought life was simple. It wasn't. I just didn't have the language for how heavy it already felt. I was small, trying to survive things I didn't know how to name yet.
By Sarai Jakubczak3 days ago in Poets
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