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THEY ARE BIRDS…
by Saibal Ray
They float on the ocean of sky.In the land of the cloud they fly.They are happy, they are swift,They are cool and very sweet.Their eyes are glittering jewels –Plumages are like soft flannels.Their chirping sounds polite.They fly high in a flight.They chirp like a happy songEven when they feel wrong.They are birds , they are…
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THEY ARE BIRDS…
by Saibal Ray
They float on the ocean of sky.In the land of the cloud they fly.They are happy, they are swift,They are cool and very sweet.Their eyes are glittering jewels –Plumages are like soft flannels.Their chirping sounds polite.They fly high in a flight.They chirp like a happy songEven when they feel wrong.They are birds , they are…
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Hand
by midnighthoneybee123
When was the last time I held your hand? How long ago was it?When I look at my hand, I think about when was the longest time I hold your hand.I hold your hand today.... for a couple of seconds. When you let go I felt far away from you.I want to hold it tight for my…
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Dinosaur…All Grown Up
by Margie Risch
Dinosaur...All Grown Up Me big man now, nothing scares memonsters are my friends.I'm busy all the timeand I don't need anyone right by me dinosaurs, dragons or bearsthey still don't scare me and they still protect me.Me big man now, never really by myselfhave school, work, and friends to hang with.I have real people to love…
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A Poet’s Swan Song
by elino
I want to write. I do. But the words were drown in the ink. This thick black ink-my very own damnation. My gaze is lost within it;In the blackness that slowly rots my soul,tickles my intestines,and satirises my mind. Yes, it must be having a good time playing with me. It is because of the words that never get out of…
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A Poet’s Swan Song
by elino
I want to write. I do. But the words were drown in the ink. This thick black ink-my very own damnation. My gaze is lost within it;In the blackness that slowly rots my soul,tickles my intestines,and satirises my mind. Yes, it must be having a good time playing with me. It is because of the words that never get out of…
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BRIXTON
by Lucy Wellman
Brimming with vitality. Winter on a Thursday night:This is Brixton. Rail tracks beneath our feet,Traffic illuminating us allWith a constant glow.  Inaudible hum of noise.Stories of people’s days andThe moan and drone of delays.  Xylophone clanging, The thumping of metal drums: London’s heartbeat.  The girls in fish nets,Bodycon dresses and heels, fluttering Plastic lashes on their way to the arena. Off licences: Huddles of…
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Free Styling To The Extreme
by Mario Vitale
Free Styling To The Extreme take it to the beat watch us meet to greet fooling in the streettripping on the beach smoking fat leaves doing what you pleaseas busy as a bee making sweet historythere's a battle for your mind I'm just the walking blindsociety is not my game inside of my cause there blind…
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Who Am I
by Balance_Striver
I am not the body I am not the mindI am not the thoughts I am not the feelingsI am not the egoI am not the personalityI am not an objectI am not the opinionsI am not the judgementsI am only the witness 
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Comfort in her chaos
by BeuHanna
For she had a storm, so strong inside of her,She would leave an aftermath Inside every person, she had touched Dangerously flawed was her chaosThat yet,Could give the weakest comfort Brittle was her heartBroken was her mindStill, untouched, was her inner being She built walls so high,She herself could not climb them She would never be understood,Not even the strongest…
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