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Jewel Aug 2020
the clouds around me 
they feel differently
they don’t look familiar
they smell like nothing

I wonder what happened
what made them so cloudy
what made me run away
despite how heavy 

I love how they look
yet so confused as to how
something so colorful on the outside
but plain white as a cloud

I’ll continue to admire
from a distance not too close
since they traveled from somewhere i knew
in a place filled with hope.
Jewel Aug 2020
they say its a key
but I don’t need to unlock it
when I've seen
what's behind them

it doesn't prevent it
but rather demotivates
me 

Yet I sustain
my hope
and wonder.

I push on
until I set off
and I do so 
with as much knowledge
in my head 
as I have power
in my legs.
Jewel Aug 2020
you are
priceless
capable of so much more
than just some being

being
mistreated

you are deserving of so much more
than what you are receiving
to witness the worst
is the worst
but continuing to inhabit
is robbing the
value
of life.
Somedays, I’ll be dancing in my living room to The Cure,
and suddenly, my chest will collapse in on itself, a demolition of all the memories of  the year I shared with you.  I was the city putting out the notice, this old building with a weak foundation needed to come down.
And I cry.
And suddenly , I fee stupid, I’m crying alone with a glass of wine while Just Like Heaven is playing. It wasn’t even our song.
It’s time to rebuild.
The city is under development,
Alexa, replay Just Like Heaven by The Cure.
Vda Jul 2020
The echoes of the distant sea gulls float gracefully to my ears
As the memory of the shoreline kissing my feet takes me to the tranquility there.
The pearly sand sifts through my unclothed feet
And the salty breeze brushes against my cheeks.
The yearning for a place I've never been.

My silhouette owns piece of the blanketed sand,
A frozen daiquiri cools in my hand.
Polarized Cat-eyed sunglasses hide my awe-struck gaze
Of this place that I've only seen
In my dreams on particularly bleak days.


An Adonis glazed in dark caramel
Glides towards the water, unaware that I'm staring I could tell.
His chiseled abs like ornaments below his broad chest,
My head drops as I envision laying there for a rest.
The shadow of a man I've never seen.

But I can't deny this feeling,
This persistent tabanca
For a place I've never been and a man known only in my dreams.
Trinity Rivera Jul 2020
i think my heart is too bold because i have feelings that i forbade to be told. no matter how hard i’ve tried, they’re starting to come out of the cold and they’ve began to unfold. i wish i could put them in a box and say they’ve been sold but these feelings are gold and i can’t let them go. it’s so hard knowing the things that i know. i know: you’re the hand i can’t hold, you’re my truth be untold. you’re the one i love and can’t have but i can’t let you go and i can’t let you know...though i’ve told you before, you dunno what i’m feeling deep down in my core. i know i’m not “easy” to handle but i won’t be a bore. these feelings are hard but i’m begging for more, i’m down on the floor because my head and my heart have started this war and it’s hard to ignore, you’re the one i adore...but i’m not gonna implore, that would be wrong and make you walk out the door. i’m just gonna keep feeling these feelings and begin to explore and see if there’s anything more to us and maybe i’ll be one you fall for, til then i’ll just hope to be yours.
Jonathan Nouse Jul 2020
Keep your eyes on the clear horizon.
For its just past the eye of the storm.
its okay to go through storms in life. Dont let yourself be consumed by them. You'll get past this.
LB Jul 2020
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To be an artist in a house made of windows
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
I don't know why the garden behind a lulled neighbourhood
Reminds me of the forgiving past
When, I jotted my thoughts from the start
As a pale boy

Understanding the road of violence taken
Many ideals ceased to exist until poetry came
Maybe, because of white privilege
But, the Bible is all we had for freedom

Now that black lives matter, thorns stub your head
As the nail impairs the prolonged hammer
We write for a culled audience
Dealing with prejudice, with our hands tied

Things are not black and white anymore than before
It is my duty to see the color
Life is more than warm and white color
Like blooming flowers grasping their innocence

Life is a beautiful wonderment
It isn't born of acceptance
A dirge-like procession always carries on
Yet, indelible writings are on the wall
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