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The Vanished Rythm

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Listening the rythm pumping in my veins,
Throughout my body, the flow of it no longer remains.
It’s cold, dusk is appearing on the other side
Of life. What is it that I see?
A black line lying on the edge of the sea
Surrounded by a fading light and shade
Which cuts this image as a sharp blade.
Distorting my sight, confusing my mind,
What is it I’m supposed to find?
The rythm is left behind.

This poem was written/submitted by Mervet Ziane.

The FEVER of 1793

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The fever came and started slow.
Only to end with the falling slow.
It started August 17, 1793.
It ended in December with the same memory.
This disease took the lives of many families.
It couldn’t be stopped even with the many remedies.
The town of Philadelphia no longer existed.
Except quiet allies and the crying that persisted.
Tears fell, while the bodies piled.
Everyone ran if only for a mile.
All the faces on the people were red.
Their eyes were swollen and nothing was said.
Robbers came into the houses of others.
They stole what wasn’t theirs from children without mothers.
People were running from the pain and sadness.
In hopes of forgetting and to stop all the madness.
Children without parents were running the streets.
With no place to stay and nothing to eat.
The strong people that were well enough to walk.
Helped the weak that were not well enough to talk.
The lost, the lonely, and the afraid.
Had no place to go and were too sick to stay
The ones still alive lived with the pain.
With the memory of the happening, and the time that it came.
It took their friends, sisters, and brothers.
Made them fear life, and the voices of others.
This is the fever that overtook a city.
Destroyed many lives and left others with pity.
The fever came without a limit.
Now it’s silent, if only for a minute.

This poem was written/submitted by ashlee mefferd.

Sticks and Stones

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Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but you’re the one who hurt me,
You’ve changed me in so many ways.
Im not the person I used to be.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but you haunt me in my dreams.
You’re the one that proved to me,
not everything is what it seems.

So, sticks and stones may break my bones,
But they will never kill me.
They will never break my heart,
like you did so carelessly.

This poem was written/submitted by Brittney Berrocales.


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As I look out the window
I envy the sun’s bright glow
The sky so clear and blue
The color painted in me too

The cloud puffy and white
The sky almost lost in sight
It’s like a shadow
That covers ones sorrow

The sun’s shine is blocked
It’s rays forcing out
I want to be free
from feeling this empty

The gentle breeze softly blows
The trees sway as it follows
My hope is blown away
It fades from day to day

The birds gracefully glide in the sky
Together they land and then they fly
It was me and my friends through thick and thin
It seems it’s just me left here in the dim

It is a beautiful day
I should be merry and gay
I hope the clouds would pour rain
It matches more to this pain.

This poem was written/submitted by madeline.

I feel like a caged bird

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I feel like a caged bird waiting to be freed
Living in a world where people are not what they seem
Not knowing not caring what to do anymore just lonely
And all that I have is a book in my hand
Nothing else I hold so dear
Just wishing you would be near
If only for a little bit only for a while
Then what you might see is my smile.

This poem was written/submitted by punk rocker chic.

Can you see the sadness behind my eyes?

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I wonder can you see the sadness behind my eyes?
When you see my smile, do you know what I hide behind it?
When you hear me laugh, do you know what I’m really thinking?
When you hear me sing, do you really hear the meaning?
When I touch you, can you feel my pain?
I wonder can you see the sadness behind my eyes?
If you ask me if I’m ok, and I say I’m fine, is that the truth?
If you ask me what I’m doing, and I say nothing do you accept that?
If you ask me if I want to talk, and I say no, do you pursue?
If you see me cry, do you just walk on by?
I wonder can you see the sadness behind my eyes?
Have you been in a crowded room, but felt like you were alone?
Have you ever felt like a puzzle with missing pieces?
Have you always been that shoulder to cry on?
Have you felt so empty, that the darkness takes over?
I wonder can you see the sadness behind my eyes?
Will you take the time to make me smile?
Will you make the time to see me laugh?
Will you sit down with me and sing a song?
Will you hold my hand and heel my pain?
I wonder can you see the sadness behind my eyes?
My eyes tell a story that few will ever read
But if you take the time to read them
Then you will see the sadness
That they hide.

This poem was written/submitted by jeanine.


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Happiness on a mountain, my dreams are on another
Making them meet, is like seeing through the eyes of Stevie Wonder
Even if you try a boulder, it’s like a shrug off the shoulder
Here’s a penny for your thoughts, but a hundred dollars wouldn’t matter
My view is that of two mounds of a breast, couldn’t get any better
Through the valley of death, will be my last letter
Slice through an onion and you’ll feel my tears
Even if you shake me with your spears
I quit with no fears

This poem was written/submitted by Dalisu.

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