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A Room Full of Strangers
Somehow, the nights that make me feel the most alive are the hardest ones to leave behind. There's something beautiful about being in a crowd that loves the same music that you do. You're all in sync, Everyone dances to the same rhythm and beat, Everyone raises their hands to touch the sky, As if this might be the last night we ever see the light. We all rise in unison, Not in any cult-like way, But in a way that brings us together. It feels like a family in a room full of strangers, Never did I expect one night to make me feel like I finally belonged. We don't know each other, But somehow, I can feel the love. I cry watching everyone sway to the same songs as me, I don't know the stories of everyone standing in this crowd, But I know we all share something similar. We all have wounds we're still trying to heal from, We're all running from something that brings us pain, We're all still trying to find meaning in the world we live in. Maybe that's why we keep chasing these highs, Hoping that, even for a moment, We can finally feel alive in a society that feels so vain. I'm tired of living in shame, Life is too short to keep reasoning with all the noise, It's time to silence the voices of those who pretend to know my name. Standing in this room full of people, It's the first time I don't feel lonely in a crowd. I feel at home with the community that surrounds me. We're all survivors in a room together, Except tonight, we don't feel the need to fight. Tonight, we're not worrying about tomorrow, We're just trying to feel alive. But tomorrow comes, And suddenly, we're strangers again. I think that's what hurts the most, Knowing that for a few hours, I felt more at home with strangers Than I ever do in the world I return to.
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Yesterday
New
Fall season of the life
Fall season of my life It is way different than regular This fall will be followed by winter The winter may last longer, but not another fall
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New
what its like
Can I make your words mine Can I shine for you Babie's there for you, So am I. - - -- --- - Can I make you cry I can be yours and you can be mine -- - -- -
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Classic
O, Wat Ye Wha’s in Yon Town?
O, wat ye wha’s in yon town, Ye see the e’enin sun upon? The dearest maid’s in yon town, That e’enin sun is shining on. Now haply down yon gay green shaw, She wanders by yon spreading tree: How blest ye flow’rs that round her blaw, Ye catch the glances o’ her e’e! How blest ye birds that round her sing, And welcome in the blooming year! And doubly welcome be the spring, The season to my Jeanie dear! The sun blinks blithe on yon town, And on yon bonnie braes sae green; But my delight in yon town, And dearest pleasure, is my Jean. Without my love, not a’ the charms O’ Paradise could yield me joy; But gie me Jeanie in my arms, And welcome Lapland’s dreary sky! My cave wad be a lover’s bower, Tho’ raging winter rent the air; And she a lovely little flower, That I wad tent and shelter there. O sweet is she in yon town, Yon sinkin sun’s gane down upon; A fairer than’s in yon town, His setting beam ne’er shone upon. If angry fate is sworn my foe, And suffering I am doom’d to bear; I careless quit all else below, But spare, O spare me Jeanie dear. For while life’s dearest blood is warm, Ae thought frae her shall ne’er depart, And she—as fairest is her form, She has the truest, kindest heart.
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Poem 1
We try to make sense for whats right and what wrong When every day feels the same and I haven't seen many faces in so long Its the same beginning and ending for all I know But every moment of it is a part of me and still be when im gone
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Resurfaced
The Path of Life
The path of life may not be straight We may falter coming out of the gate Questioning the path of the twisted road Left or right; up or down ; a precarious load The ground can be shaky, but you are never alone Guidance is there as you step on each stone Trust in its power and the love so profound As you softly tread on its sacred ground by Alison Johnstone
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Resurfaced
The Moon Isn’t So Lonely
When someone looks up and admires The majestic beauty that often gets ignored Because of its dull and sometimes crimson light They can see a light that opens Up a door for more and more To be revealed and to be loved One has to be noticed But then of course How is it that one can be noticed When lights have been dimmed around them It's the inside of one's own struggling heart That screams like all the rest For some sort of recognition And my what a treasure its glorious light can be If a body only takes some time To love the moon night by night And see its beauty in the eyes of eternity
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