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Yuki Jun 2019
Because fear
becomes essence
only if you let it be.
So stop seeing it
as a reliable friend
to whom you confide
how scared you are
of happiness.
Instead,
talk to your joy
and let it convince you
how fearless you are
of the fear itself.
Liz Jun 2019
Reflections of a Warrior.

A wise warrior once said to me, hey girl look in the mirror,
See that reflection there looking back, well she's a winner,
Embrace her now, believe in her, give her a hug,
Wipe away her tears, all her fears, show her love.

Be kind to her, give her strength, make her smile,
Look into her eyes and chat to her for a while,
Take away her worries, her woes and all her hurt,
Make her feel amazing, let her know her worth.

When she’s feeling empty, fill her up with love,
When she’s feeling sad, give her a little nudge,
Remind her she’s a warrior, that warriors never fall,
They only get up stronger, than they ever did before.

When she feels abandoned, afraid and all alone,
Remind her how she's risen, remind her how she's grown,
When she’s feeling broken, fix her back together,
Remind her that she can, ride out this stormy weather.

Now look at that reflection, stare deep into her eyes,
Remember she's your soul sister, never your demise,
She's stronger than you know, so give credit when it’s due,
And remember that reflection..... Is the WARRIOR in you.
@E.worthington
Byerly Jun 2019
The tears that were cried
The blood that was spilled
The sacrifice that was made
Are all the colors in the rainbow
Infinite wars for love and equality
You can see the highlight in the sky
As people dance with icons playing along
Diversity was written since the begining of times
It was put to some people  the hardest test to prove braveness
The fear to love will be no longer tolerated
We need somebody to call us "home"
We will resist, like we did in the old times
"WE REFUSE TO BE INVISIBLE" they shout
Holding flags and rainbows and colors and love.
Destroy traditions and create a new one
A new one where no one is afraid to be who they are.
"How can people hate this?" I ask myself
Dont hide away your scars
Instead show them with pride
Every king, queen, and leader has scars that are signs of a winned battle
We are warriors and we are comming stronger
Today is june 1
Aka the first day of pride month
Happy pride month!!!
Taylor Broussard May 2019
Scared to open these tattered wings of mine
In fear that they'll fall off
Putting on this dim halo
For all to see
Feeling nothing at all
But an icy darkness
Instead of my usual warmth
Whatever happened to
The holy angel I used to be

You took everything away from me
From my lock and key memories
That you sharpened
And continuously used against me
Down to the pure white cloak
That I use to wear so sacredly
Who knew that
Eventually
I would encounter the devil himself
This poem is about a very dark time that I went through. For those of you who can relate please know this, YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Justus May 2019
I don't care much for titles or trophies
I've never been one to reminisce over
past accomplishments
I only want to destroy the spirit of
the man before me
I will only be satisfied with victory
when I feel his grit wither away
When his sense of self is lost
I will have found myself again
Nietzsche is smiling at me from his cave
People tell me that I need therapy; I remind them that they are the superfluous.
an0nym0us May 2019
Your world was black and white
I presented you a beautiful sight
I aided your falling world
I saved you with painful words.

I am always aiding all of you
I promise to always save you
I hit you when you're being irrelevant
But now I am feeling very distant

You all salute my strength
But you never knew the truth...
The tough steel was bent
Indeed, disappointment is the fruit.

I am at the very bottom
Again, as if waiting for autumn.
But I prefer spring...
Because I'm walking in winter, desperately surviving.

I wish for reinforcements
Due to this storm, I'm breaking and leaving fragments.
From here, home is still far.
Walking alone, navigating through the stars.

I'm getting really tired...
But falling asleep in the snow, please give me fire.
Someone please, oh please rescue me
I don't want to say goodnight, its too early.
duang fu Apr 2019
she is a star
suspended in dreamlike wonder
i wonder where i can find you
covered in sunflower petals and hay
where in sunrise the flowers bow their heads to you
celestial bodies fall from the sky
drawn to heavenly presence
riding over velvet winds
i stumble and sail
Angela -
you are bloodied and disfigured
red from a soldier’s bite
the breeze bows to your sword in hand
as the sky turns ashen crimson
and you call out to the bodies
of the people before you
in declining crescendo
Angela -
you are a warrior
but you are cracked open
and i want to ask you if that hurts
the 1975 - surrounded by heads and bodies
28 april 2019; 11.01pm
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