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Growth
Never really had panic attacks But then I've never really been in this position before I've never really tried to live my life
By Jasmine Flower8 years ago in Poets
Take a Stand
What do you stand for? Raise your voice and empower your opinions Or preside in the shadows and live by other's opinions You make choices far contradicting your will
By Leroy Mahagayu8 years ago in Poets
The One Thing
The One Thing Unlike anything Within all things Expressing everything Is not nothing But is something Like nothing
By Conjury8 years ago in Poets
For the Men
Brother can't talk. I sit on the couch, talk to my nan, telling her to keep her head up, letting her know she can. And there's the man, stranger, my brother, standing in the room.
By Lauren Blakeway8 years ago in Poets
A New Start
A new life? Could it be true?Could I start something new?Could I be who I desire?Can I cleanse myself through fire?I see a path, it's not as dark,I no longer have a mark,Can I walk on solid ground?Will my future strength, ever be found?How do I know that this is true?That I can see every part of you.You've opened up and shown me everything,Even your plan to fix my wings,You've stripped away my outside shell,your hand reaching to pull me out of hell,I have searched for a protector for so long,Now you come asking me,you want me to be strong,I am so speechless,I have no words to express,Can this all be real can it be true?That you have come to help me start new?
By Anna Palmer8 years ago in Poets
Colorado
Wake up in the morning A little groggy in the head All of my body Asks to go back to bed Let the dogs out The morning routine
By Amanda Washburn8 years ago in Poets
Three Words
When I am with youthe words won't stop.The empty void becomesan overflowing river of gold.The words that repeatare not a mantra or a curse.They are the whisper of the wind.The caress of the clouds.It is the beat of my soul.
By Charlie Tyrell8 years ago in Poets
Protege
Humanity was the sermon The town roared their approval while I preached I said what I wanted Only what I felt was right.
By Duanyell Williams8 years ago in Poets
Why We Write...
We write when we can’t tell anyone but the page how we feel. And when putting pen to paper feels like an act of rebellion.
By Emily Durston8 years ago in Poets
Stained Glass
Brushes dipped in a soul of colours a cornucopia of shaded swirls grace the canvas — the light reflects — Glistening beams of the moon
By Valentyna Holloway8 years ago in Poets
September Blues
If you ain't got the blues, you ain't got nothin', her birth color is blue so I guess she's true to her color, she gave me the blues
By Dean Martin8 years ago in Poets
Music of Illusion
My compassion towards music is like the moves of the trees as it flows through the breeze whistling into my ears like it's nothing what it seems, that it captured my heart which feels like it's a whole new me. As I shut my eyes closed I start becoming captivated by the sound of the clashing leaves that are falling down freely through the breeze like they are having a party, just being hypnotized thinking I'm in a whole new world where I can be free doing anything from what I believe which makes things magical as it can be.
By Maliya. Ria8 years ago in Poets