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Ilaha Oct 2018
Tree, just being a cozy tree,
Gives its warm embrace to me
Teaching me to wait and see
Takes me high up to thee.

For a flowing trustful river,
Not a stone becomes a hinder.
Teaching me of trust and faith,
Takes me to the best to face.

Words of others don't let infect you.
Doubt of theirs don't let dwell in you.
Love is my gift, and I
Wisdom of my heart will never deny.

In the candle light I boldly pray,
For my naked soul is a hooray! 
Stars are shooting suddenly,
Wispering: "Yes! Eventually!"

-Aloha-
I feel a great feeling that connects me with the nature, and there so many people around who misunderstand it and either try to kind of "open my eyes" to the world's cruelty or judge me for my beliefs.
Fortunately, I am stubborn and rebellious enough to keep my heart loving and soul intertwined with nature and those I love.
Hope my poem expresses it well.
A Simillacrum Oct 2018
You've heard all of my stories.
You're versed in what I do,
but when I ask it of you,
you won't try anything new.

Tell me,
how should we progress, then?
Or would you like to stay
within the shade forever,
never knowing, never knowing
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Isaac Oct 2018
You are on a ball in space. That’s all.
What you do with this simple fact is your call.
Written 19 October 2018
Shannon Oct 2018
and i put my phone in aeroplane mode
so i dont hear it when you dont call.
is that selfishness
or self protection.
Kavya Mukhija Oct 2018
At times, I wonder
if my face flashes
in front of your eyes
when you see them,
there, laughing with
their stomachs aching.
At times, I wonder
if I ever interrupt
your train of thoughts,
like the silent touch
of the cool breeze
On a hot sunny day.
At times, I wonder
if you too have a picture
on the frame of your mind,
of us, sitting
by the window sill
watching the rain drops
race down the window pane,
with a cup of hot-brewed coffee
clutched in our hands.
At times, I wonder
if you too think of me
while I'm thinking of you;
if your fingers itch
to dial my number
if your ears go numb
to hear my voice
if you ever crave
for my presence
Like I crave for yours?
Alex Oct 2018
There was something calling me when I left that night.

Something about the wind's call.

I wandered below the orange glow of the street lamps.

I wandered into the countryside.

I wandered to the cruelest mountain peaks.

The bitter cold bit my pink cheeks. A place of death had never made me feel more alive.

Something crept from the shadows. It was a horrifying, dangerous thing I could never look at head- on, for fear of turning stone. It was something no human need see. It was indefinable, indescribable, and utterly terrifying. And yet I moved towards it.

Suddenly, I was not afraid of myself.
I try to reach out
You don't respond
This gives me doubt
But I still continue on

I communicate again
Not a voice to be heard
Does she not want me then?
I wish I could be sure
Going through tough times and feeling tough emotions. Just another piece fueled off my reality
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