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Melody Wang
The morning after
we told my mother
she would become
a first-time grandmother,

she sat alone in the garden
relaxing in the early morning sun,
craned her neck up at the huge tree
and spied a feisty pair of magpies

flitting about in a figure 8 — they squawked
out their monastic chants with abandon,
guarded their muddied little nest
tucked away in the groove

of a high branch. She froze,
eyes wide in a bewildered trance
as she suddenly recalled her own
mother so long ago, behind her

braiding my mother's thick hair,
her gentle voice murmuring about
the songs of magpies symbolizing
good news when you need it the most

My mother's smile was tremulous as she sat
in her garden, shrouded by the sweet incense
of memory, palms pressed together to ponder
all the ways we press on towards the light
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Unpolished Ink
The poet inside me sleeps,
curled up in the nut he rests,
perhaps he has died
and he lies, stiff and cold,
I do not think he is no more,
the occasional snore can be heard
a tumbling phrase or sybillant vowel
escape his lips,
errant ships that pass,
otherwise he lies
a dormant beast, waiting for spring
and the filtered sunshine that his words might bring
Some years echo,
Golden songs of prosperity,
Others trickle through.
Black liquor seas,
There's blood on these bricks,
So much happened before 1776.
Soon, we may have to light the fire again, but today, we celebrate what we've won.
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Blue Sapphire
When a relationship
feels like a burden and
trust is found wanting

Break it before
it breaks you.
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Moshiri Himeka
I hate some teachers,
They are the worst creatures,
You'll say they help us learn,
but what about the mental trauma
they give in return.
You made me cry
I cried-cried-cried,
Causing pain in my eyes.
I wish I could see the same pain
in your eyes.
I will never forget,
How you made me dead,
Still getting nightmares in my head.
Students go through this,
Isn't it sad?
Why these adults don't understand?
OUR PAIN!!
to be a perfect student.
Why can't we live our dreams?
forced to do what makes money.
We are human,
But not treated as one,
Isn't it funny?
Its about all my those teachers who crushed my confidence,who made me cry for a whole day, who don't even know how to teach and yet blame us for complaining about it....its also about those people who have a pressure to be a perfect student and can't live their dream...for those whose teachers are friends with devil and never leave their chance to give trauma....most of teachers dont understand that Even a single statment of their words can traumatize a student for the rest of life.... I also got dreams( kind of nightmare) twice related to something that happened.

To those who might say that i am disrespectful.... please let me tell that i wrote it for those teachers who are bad towards
us students... not all are same..as i have a teacher who is the best for me.
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LL
just because they gave
more than you did
doesn't mean they gave
their all — like you did
2025/102
Be free for today love like before
Laugh like yesterday
Try and find your way
Be free, try and see
Who you can be
Let it be
Let it be
Try and see
Be yourself
Freedom, freedom
Free is a beautiful day
Let it be this way
On this day
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I have a notebook dedicated just to you
Every page is blank
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