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Solitude Man Mar 2018
A landscape between two
Bridges the distance between
Me and you
And these imperfect minds alike
Aren’t too far away
To hear a perfect lover’s cry
Or a sweet melody in the night

A landscape between two
Cannot tame the ripe waves of ecstasy
Or the light rays up above
Oh yes!
I see the sunken ship
On top the sea
And I see an anchored love
From my landscaped view

A landscape between two
Bridges the distance between
Me and you
And the birds chirp
While the earth turns
The  faithful flute plays
Towards a landscape between two

                                         - Lily Bajo
Jessica Jarvis Feb 2018
You wouldn't guess by the looks of her report card that it came with a precious price. The scars on her young cheeks and dry, tired eyes carry baggage that she must now pack to college. Sure, she made it,
but at what cost?

She'll never be the one with voluptuous hair, particularly perfect eyelashes, and long trim legs. Instead, she can dream of portraying that character, while she can't even make the audition.
Midnight, 2/28/18
Keerthi Kishor Feb 2018
You are not the movies you see
You are not the music you groove to
You are not the food you eat
You are not the people you talk to
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the words you swear
You are neither stupid nor ugly
You are neither too skinny nor too chubby
You are neither too perfect nor a defect
You are not a puppet or a muppet
You are not who others want you to be
And you are not someone society compels you to be.
You are not society's stereotype.
You are not going to let anyone label you.

You are you.
You are something much beyond.
"A lesson I have been trying to teach myself for over a long time now, 'Know your Worth'."
solfang Feb 2018
the toughest man I know,
will too, shed tears;
the prettiest lady once told me,
she too feels insecure;
the happiest friend laughed,
at the times she cheated death

I truly wonder
if the reason I'm flawed,
is to make me perfect
one day, someday.
Perfectly Imperfect
George Washington and Abraham Lincoln
   mythologized commanders in chief
 epitomized supreme martial mien
   and vocalized special flair
talents summoned    

   from their native heart-land motif
 in Modus Operandi of bootstraps dare
acquired evanescent mythic reverence
   extant within bibliographic brief
   and closest role to God like air.

Said first and sixteenth president
   storied figurative bookends
   stood side by side
 honored on anniversary of their birth,

now renown across divers
   places far and wide
 over this one in a million (or billions)
   cosmic entities known as planet Earth

for courage and strength which forged
   that unique American sense and sensibility
   in tandem with prejudice pride
 forthwith esprit de corps touched,

   when above named
   epitomized, , eulogized,
   exemplified strapping youths
   vigorous lifestyle wrought washboard girth
   kindling psyches,

   and lit fires within homes and hearth.
These outsize personas held ephemeral dream
   where fledgling American state
   acquired sterling reputation

   wherein this country
   under aegis of Democracy
   became a winning team.
Among the legends and lore

 surrounding each of these great men 
 their stature grew more and more
 cult like benevolence these paternal figures
 United States can never ignore.
Ishant17 Dec 2017
I ask it and shout it
Why am I stupid?
Is it my questioning of the inapt
Or of the myriad
Ways in which
I have been wronged
Am I stupid
Cause I see it.
And do not choose
To ignore it
And just question
You each moment, that
Why I am stupid.
its still there
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