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You loved me when
   I was loved by everyone else

but when I was lonely,

*you only made me lonelier.
 Jun 2014 Ellie Geneve
TheExpat
So, we need to talk
There are two ways this can go
Will she stay or walk?
A haiku? you tell me?
 Jun 2014 Ellie Geneve
nivek
I saw a man selling sunlight in jars
I bought one
for you
 Jun 2014 Ellie Geneve
Katelyn G
Dear reader,
I have hope.
I found it buried
beneath ashes
I had made.

I'm okay now.

I once burned
the bridges
that kept me sane
but I've rebuilt them
and crossed them.

I am safe now.

I neglected
to tell you
what I had done
and how it felt
to be freed.

I am freed now.

Come with me
cross that bridge
and find a way
to be okay,
to fly.

Come fly with me.
 May 2014 Ellie Geneve
ilina286
8w
 May 2014 Ellie Geneve
ilina286
8w
Without a broken soul
You cant be poet.
 May 2014 Ellie Geneve
Eli Nash
Every day we see them,
passing by them without care.
It comes as quite a shock to some,
but trust me, they are there.

They come in shapes and sizes
just the same as you and me;
their colors range from black to white
and all the shades between.

They're just like us in all respects;
they've hopes and dreams and fears.
They've been with us through spans of time,
from young to old in years.

Some of you may notice them
but most go by unseen,
and lest they let their secret out
a person's all they'll be.

But should they step beyond the veil
they've hung to hide their truth,
it's rarely welcomed with embrace,
and often with dispute.

It's a shame to see how some
could treat a human being
merely for the way they are,
or even how they seem.

Patronized for their beliefs,
or preferences declared.
Victims born of senseless crimes
are left to reap despair.

Stop the violence. Stop the hate
before there's nothing left.
Your ignorance gives wake to see
them all to pointless death.

Intolerance gives wake to war,
of which we're on the brink.
Love them all for who they are,
and not for what you think.
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