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The Never-ending Search
On this journey I’ve been swindled and hurt, My heart has cracks more than ever In scars I see more scars In aches, I feel more pain So, when will I see the light? Love hid her face Pain made his move, In each day, I bear the marks of loneliness These are marks I’ve…
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I Am Just A Girl
I am just a girl Sorry, you can’t restrict my freedom And expect me to move like it’s normal. You can’t judge me by my clothes Locking them in my wardrobe. I am just a girl, Comments about my body and weight Taunt my heart, hitting every nerve. I am just a girl I envy…
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If He
If he can walk with his head up high, doubt hidden deep in his eyes, face scarred by past experiences and incidents had shaded his aura with hate. If he has a blue smile but his eyes don’t let him down, if his mouth can play a game of cards but his tongue takes the…
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Before You Read My Eyes
I wrote your name in a silent breeze, Where only hearts and hope can tease. Before you knew, before you guessed — You lived in dreams I never confessed. I smiled when you looked my way, And swallowed words I meant to say. Not fear, not doubt — but something shy, Kept locking all my…
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Glitter
I hate glitter; It gets all over my hands and Takes forever to wash off. And I See it on the subway floors And glistening under streetlights. I step outside And glitter falls from the sky. Glinting in the fading sun Lamps lighting the way. Glitter everywhere I turn, On the street, The sidewalk, The…
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The Burdened Teen
He smiles in crowds to hide the ache, A storm inside he can’t let break. He carries silence every day, Like loads no child should lift that way. He says, “I’m fine,” with practiced art But truth beats louder in his heart. At night, he fights the tears that rise A battle won beneath the…
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Let Go
Every day that passes by feels like an echo, silent but heart-wrenching, needy of silence but afraid of neglect, regret too, is a fear but who would confess? The stars lie awake while the clouds gloom in the darkness, I still search for truth in your eyes, but they are as clear as the night…
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Finding Beauty In Old-Fashioned Things
Art Museums Many people consider art museums old-fashioned, but I love visiting them because I have always admired how artists can be so creative with their own two hands. When a sculptor or potter shapes clay into a masterpiece, you often wonder how something so beautiful can come from a simple pile of mud. Painters…
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Dealing With Anxiety And Stress
Most of us experience moments filled with anxiety that come and go quickly without causing long-term harm to our bodies. However, for those of us who are suffering physical symptoms from high stress and/or anxiety, sometimes just “taking a walk” is the hardest thing to convince ourselves to do. I know I have had debilitating…
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Torn Between Forgetting And Remembering
Dance with me Even when no one’s looking, My heart still beats the same way Thoughts of you swim by like fish A memory like that is hard to erase. From where I stand A thousand reasons come to life, Reasons to why I can’t forget you Peace and beauty are some The rest is…
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High
the rivers are dry, so, your tears aren’t just going to waste, let me conquer these days of darkness and sink into this dark ink so, no one may feel left out. I should compromise and leave the residues behind but once again, I fall deeper and these days, catch me on a flight so,…
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Wrong Piece In A Puzzle
John always felt like a wrong piece in a puzzle around his home. He rarely felt welcome, treated fairly, or like one of the other siblings. As the oldest sibling, he knew something was not adding up, although he wasn’t sure what. His break money was always the smallest, and his father would excuse it…
