The school week
I. I woke up in the morning, Yeah, it was a Monday morning. I dressed myself in black, To match the starless sky. I ran to catch my train —full of frowning faces, empty souls. But it brought me there, to the centre, where my sorrow had been turned into smiles. For what you may call school is my home. Warm hugs and kind words, All around me through the day. And yet, the smile I was looking for Was not to be found. Only his stone-cold face Was telling me ‘Hi.‘ So I lowered my sights, And fled away, And locked my bedroom door. I looked into the mirror And started to cry. II. I woke up in the morning, Yeah, it was a Tuesday morning. I put a silver necklace on Sparkling as a lonely star In a starless sky. I ran to catch my train —full of people who didn’t care. But it brought me there, to the centre, Where my sorrow had been turned into smiles. For what you may call school is my home. Warm hugs and kind words, All around me through the day. What a stupid girl I was, Hoping for his smile. Only his stone-cold face, Was telling me ‘Hi.’ So I turned my head And fled away, Locked my bedroom door, Looked into the mirror, And let tears fall down. III. I woke up in the morning, Yeah, it was a Wednesday morning. I put a white scarf on, Shining like the Moon, In an otherwise starless sky. I ran to catch my train —there, with the people whom I didn’t even notice. Since it brought me there, to the centre, Where my sorrow had been turned into smiles. For what you may call school is my home. Warm hugs and kind words, All around me through the day. And I met him one time, He had told me ‘Hi.’ With his stone-cold face. That’s when I changed my mind. I went away, Locked my bedroom door, Looked into the mirror, And let the tears dry. IV. I woke up in the morning, Yeah, it was a Thursday morning. I dressed myself in blood-like red, To match the sunset. I ran to catch my train —there was a smiling man. It took me to the centre, Where my sorrow turned into smiles, For what you may call school is my home. Warm hugs and kind words, All around me through the day. I could feel them very strongly, And then, I met his stone-cold face. He told me ‘Hi.’ So I looked into his blue eyes And went away, Locked my bedroom’s door Looked into the mirror, And breathed out loud. V. I woke up in the morning, Yeah, it was a Friday morning. I dressed myself in bright yellow, So that I was shining like the Sun, In the cloudless sky. I ran to catch my train —full of happy people. And it was even better, Since it took me there, Where my sorrow turned into smiles. For what you may call school is my home. Warm hugs and kind words, All around me through the day, And I could feel every single one. Then I met his stone-cold face, He told me ‘Hi.’ That’s when I looked up, Said ‘Hi’ out loud. I walked away, Locked my bedroom door, Looked into the mirror, And smiled. © Panda 2.T, 2015
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I'm collecting broken pieces of something that once was called a heart. I'm putting it together sticking it with fake smiles and laughter. My friends like a rubber band keep it whole. But, when I'm alone, there's nothing to stop it from falling apart. And I can start searching for the pieces again. © 2015 #shareapoem
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Secret forest of gentle shadows, mellow hills of rosy meadows. Slaked seas of lustful glance, spark in the eye, end of dance. By © Lorien Al. 2015/2016
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Do you know me? For sure you do… I’m the person you play with An unknown game without any rules Our hero, Lydia, didn't like social media 'I don't like smartphones, and I'm glad!' apparently is what she said Let me love you
Because I want to know the way you feel Life Let us fly away Because nothing holds us here to stay in this place, in this hell You light my love
You make it burn till the end of my days Till the picture of your face Disappears in front of my eyes Till the fire in my heart Is blown out |
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