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Emma Nov 2018
Tilted sword please spare my bow and arrow
I beg you not to throw your violet venom unto my wings of sparrow
Have mercy on my slicked backed and chipped horns
Less I throw my guardian and with him my thorns
Another poem made based on a character of mine, who's called Ryoko. Her ancestor was a Japanese swordsman most famous for slaying a dragon, on the request of angels, that was affecting the Asian parts of Heaven. He got to take the dragon as a trophy, and decided to put the dead monster locked away in his house, where magic let its blood flow, so he could put the blood into weapons for his descendants. Lol, guess this poem is more about him than Ryoko.
abby Jul 2018
нє ωαѕ ѕєит fяσм αвσνє тσ ѕανє мє fяσм муѕєℓf
нє нαѕ вℓєѕѕє∂ мє ωιтн нιѕ gυι∂αи¢є αи∂ нιѕ киσωℓє∂gє fυℓℓ σf ωєαℓтн

нιѕ иαтυяαℓ σяєи∂α ιѕ ρяєѕєит єνєяу ∂αу
тнє ѕмιℓє σf му gυαя∂ιαи нαѕ ¢σиνιи¢є∂ мє тσ ѕтαу

α∂мιяєяѕ ѕυяяσυи∂ нιм, вυт тσ мє нιѕ нєαят ιѕ ℓσυ∂
ι ℓєт нιм киσω נυѕт ωнσ ι αм, вєιиg мє нαѕ мα∂є нιм ρяσυ∂

нє α¢¢єρтѕ мє ιи α ωαу ѕσ ρυяє
нє нαѕ σρєиє∂ υρ нιѕ ¢ℓαѕѕяσσм ∂σσя

ιf ι єνєя иєє∂ α fяιєи∂
нє ωιℓℓ вє тнєяє fσя мє тιℓℓ тнє єи∂

συя נσкєѕ вяιиg ѕмιℓєѕ тσ му fα¢є
тнє ¢ℓαѕѕяσσм ιѕ му ѕαfєѕт ρℓα¢є

συт σf αℓℓ ¢яєαтισи, нє ιѕ му αиgєℓ fяσм αвσνє
нє fℓєω ѕтяαιgнт ιитσ му ∂αяк ℓιfє, α ωιѕє αи∂ gяα¢єfυℓ ∂σνє

ι αм υѕє∂ тσ ℓуιиg fαя вєнιи∂, ℓєfт ву тнσѕє ωнσ нανє ℓσνє∂ мє
кι¢кє∂ ωнєиєνєя ι ωαѕ ∂σωи, тнєу нανє ρυѕнє∂ мє αи∂ тнєу'νє ѕнσνє∂ мє

ι киσω мσтнєя ¢αяєѕ ву тнє α¢тισиѕ тнαт ѕнє тαкєѕ
вυт ѕнє ∂σєѕ иσт ¢αяє тσ ¢нαиgє тнє fєαя тнαт ѕнє мαкєѕ

ѕнє тєαяѕ мє ∂σωи ωιтн нєя ωσя∂ѕ єνєяу ∂αу
ι αм иσт єиσυgн fσя нєя ιи αиу ωнι¢н ωαу

fαтнєя нєℓ∂ мє ¢ℓσѕє ωιтн ιиfιиιтє ρяσтє¢тισи
уєт нє ωαѕ тнє яєαℓ ∂αиgєя, ∂єѕριтє нιѕ αffє¢тισи

нє ¢нσѕє нιѕ ρσω∂єяѕ αи∂ ρσтισиѕ σνєя мє
нє мα∂є нιѕ ∂є¢ιѕισи, тнιѕ мιи∂-αℓтєяιиg ѕρяєє

"fιяѕт ρℓα¢є" ιѕ α тιтℓє ι нα∂ иєνєя киσωи
υитιℓ тнє нєαят σf му тєα¢нєя, тнє αиgєℓ, ωαѕ ѕнσωи

нє тσσк мє υи∂єя нιѕ fєαтнєяє∂ ωιиg
ι αм иσω fяєє, ι ℓαυgн αи∂ ѕιиg

ι нανє киσωи тнє αиѕωєяѕ ℓιє ωιтнιи нιм υρσи тнє нιgнєѕт ѕнєℓf
вυт нє нαѕ тαυgнт мє тнαт тнє αиѕωєяѕ αℓѕσ ℓιє ωιтнιи муѕєℓf

нє яєα∂ѕ му ωσя∂ѕ ωιтн ¢αяєfυℓ єуєѕ
му ωσя∂ѕ нє ωσυℓ∂ иєνєя ∂єиу

нє нαѕ ѕнσωи мє тнє тяυтн тнαт ι нανє ℓα¢кє∂ fσя ѕσ ℓσиg
ι иσω киσω тнαт ι αм ωσятну, fσя ι ѕιиg му fяєє∂σм ѕσиg
a personal poem for my favorite teacher
Heike Borgard Jun 2018
Stress, Pain - Mind insane
Guardian Angel spreads her wings
Soul feels Ocean Blue

©Heike Borgard 06/2018
Pao May 2018
Your heart is too big for your chest
And your hands tremble and shake
And I know you carry my heart on your palm,  

I know it's too much to ask
Too much to take in
Too much to take in your pretty little world
But I ask you this once

Create a hearth in your heart for me
Create a nest in your mind for me
Protect me and shield me from danger
From the outside world
From myself  

                                                       ­                                        - Shelter me
Marianna May 2018
Just like a hurricane
passing through time and space,
i can feel every inch of the electricity inside my brain,
melting and carving constellations
of the galaxies that exist in my mind.
The war of stars,
an unending tale of all the times i started looking at myself
straight in the eyes;
It destroyed me thoroughly,
leaving not a single stem of a flower,
or a ray of sunlight,
or a tiny bit of blue sky.
But this dimension is hidden within myself
and i am unable to force my way out.
i can not make all of this a discovery for others,
as it is mine and mine alone.
But i will not be the victim of my own hands;
i am going to rule the ruins of my island,
and even if you ever find me
at the bottom of the deepest part of the sea,
isolated and abandoned,
do not weep for me,
for i am still the ruler of my island,
i am still the guardian of my galaxies
and no hurricane
can bring my empire down
unless
i allow it to.
this is my first poem ever. i never thought i'd share it, but i want to discover myself and learn to befriend who i am. little by little. this is my new journey.
choco is late Apr 2018
Guardian Angel
Be my guide to the right path
For I am still blind
Which road to take?
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