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by Anonymous

When you sit in a glass house amidst soft rain, your mind wanders. If you are bored, you may reach out for a book and read a page or two. I am the author of such a book.

by Anonymous

A storm that can NOT be calmed

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CMS - Sunday Nights
Rose

by Pete

Daisies are white, and violets are blue,
But tell me rose, what is your hue?
I've seen you in red, and in yellow too,
I've seen you in pink, oh give me a clue!
I was to write another verse or two,
But forgot the lines while...

Back at it

by Ryan NKP

It arrived in pain, It never asked me for permission
Every scar became a sentence, every failure a page,
I stopped chasing applause and chased purpose instead.
The person I wanted to become was waiting behind the one I had to...

Unrequited Love

by Lihanda

I had a dream last night—
so vivid, so warm.

I dreamt I found you. 😊

In this life,
not the next one...
not in another dimension,
but this one.

Your hugs—so warm.
Your arms enveloped me.
I was home,...

Hope Beyond Today

by Ryan NKP

Stronger than the storms survived,
tired hearts still learn how to rise.
Small steps forward always counts as growth,
failing forward is the way to go.
Carving to be a legend,
for the light you seek has lived within you...

If you get to know me

by Lihanda

If you get to know me,
I'm afraid
you might not love me—
or even like me.

You would see what
scares me most,
maybe even use it against me

You would realize
I'm only fine on the surface—
that deep down, I...

Hope

by Lihanda

Hope is the sense of believing
Believing that things will be better
Better than they are today
Today we take a stand to strive
Strive to achieve more faith
Faith to propel you when life is at a standstill
Stand still, be...

Apology

by Lihanda

"You made me act
that way," he says.

"If you didn't say that,
I wouldn't have done it to you.'

"I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to."

Look—
I hit you,
but you just made
me so...

The light

by Zoya Snawer

A ball of burning fiery fire,
It dims gradually from its glory.
A canvas partly black, partially white, life is reduced to this...
Can it even be called life?

A moment of rekindling of the flame,
It made me crave for...