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 Sep 2017 Riham
Harry Roberts
Respire,
I'm made of Fire.
From the soul
To the flesh.

Then In turn the soil,
Any who breath leave -
A timer, we're set to spoil.
So I won't walk with hesitation.

I'll live life without reservation,
Follow the brick road I chose.
My life's mine not a Gamble
Neither a game i can't lose.

If I chose right
Turn to what's good,
Turn to the light
I won't bruise.

But past hurt
And present optimism fuse.
The futures bright
But only if fate and ourselves
Choose right.

Burn and burn brighter
Learn and become a fighter.

Fire,
Life's Fury fueled
From respiration.
Live and don't burn out
Before expiration.
"Fire in Your Breath"
Couldn't choose a title...
 Sep 2017 Riham
Rai Espigar
I used to write hate
on a shiny piece of paper
written with ink
that shines like glitter

But now I've realized
I have written shadows on the light
My notes dont deserve darkness and my thoughts shouldnt be blind

And though all was done
it was a zillion minutes ago,
A part of me says
it's time to let go

Let the shadows of my thoughts
be doomed through the light of fire
Let only be ashes remained
Of my once ignorant mind

Let this poem be my reminder
of the shadows I have burned,
Of the hate I once loved
That I have boldly betrayed

Rai Espigar | Dec 26, 2015
I hated this person for so many years, so long that I already forgot the reasons why. After the Christmas of 2015 I found an old hate note I wrote about her and I was shocked on how disgusted I was. Right there I realized that hate doesn't need to be written and saved. Influenced by the hopeful Christmas songs (hahah!) I decided to burn it and forget about the hate. Well, you know what they say "give love on Christmas day"
 Sep 2017 Riham
Megan Sherman
N/A
 Sep 2017 Riham
David Lessard
Age.
 Sep 2017 Riham
David Lessard
Age follows me,
like a puppy, all around;
I can't shake its shadow,
we just go round and round.

The days pass by much quicker,
the nights, they come too soon;
and in between, the hours fly,
with a crass mind of its own.

That's life; you cannot slow it down,
trying - it never seems to jell;
I'm running to a different clock,
some days, it's just as well.

With age, comes greater wisdom,
at least that's what they say;
my seriousness has faded,
but I had it-  back in the day.

So, I relish all the sunsets,
that time provides for me;
as I await the final one,
whenever that may be.
 Sep 2017 Riham
Chelsea Rae
Empath
 Sep 2017 Riham
Chelsea Rae
I have clung to every word and story they have given me
Feeling the way they soak so far through my skin
It seeps and sits in my heart.

Sadly, you can not hold me like I have held you.

I am a cactus sitting alone in the dry desert night.
Empathy, gift or curse?
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