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 Nov 2018 solfang
Alex B
Someone stole my color
And threw it to the wind
Scattered like ashes
I don’t know if I’ll ever find it

Someone stole my color
From the face I know so well
I saw it in the cotton candy clouds
And the teal ocean swell

Someone stole my color
I guess that’s where it went
The world looks so much brighter
Like something heaven-sent

Someone stole my color
And that’s what no one knows
Depression isn’t black
It’s the color of a rose

It’s the light orange in a sunset
And the yellow of a peach
Light blue, my favorite color
So simply out of reach

Purple like my favorite eyeshadow
No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say
And my favorite music artist
Although he has passed away

Someone stole my color
Now everything’s too bright
I suppose sometimes darkness
Isn’t the opposite of light

Someone stole my color
So I’ll wear grey and black
As if in mourning
Until I get it back
 Nov 2018 solfang
Jamie Lee
Depression is having nightmares
And still not wanting to wake up
Because the terrors
Your mind makes up
Is still less scary
Then what you have
Become
 Nov 2018 solfang
Selena WH
Cerulean
 Nov 2018 solfang
Selena WH
They call her
Weak,
Vulnerable,
Useless.
"You are a woman after all,"
They said.
But she's more than what
They think she is.
She's an ocean of
Strength,
Courage,
Beauty.
She holds the power
Behind her cerulean eyes
To sustain life and
Drown it too.
 Nov 2018 solfang
Haylin
Firefighter
 Nov 2018 solfang
Haylin
If you think it's tough being a firefighter,
try being a firefighter's wife.

And if you think it's hard being a firefighter's wife,
try being a firefighters daughter
My dad is a firefighter. I used to sit at the door waiting for him. I always made sure he came home. I would not sleep till I knew he was safe
 Oct 2018 solfang
دema flutter
Here’s to the feelings that flow
through my veins,

here’s to the love whose trip
was a lot of pain,

here’s to the days
where I am in vain,

and here’s to your heart
that I cant seem to obtain.
 Sep 2018 solfang
Rh
The marks and bruises on my body
daddy says don't show
His voice in my head
screaming  "don't tell"
Daddy says it's okay to be a *****
He says it's okay to earn what you eat
But then why do I feel filthy everynight after he is done?
Why can't I wash the filth away?
Is daddy doing something wrong
or is it just me?
Forget me
iam just being paranoid
Daddy is never wrong.
Pain,confusion and blind love.Not written from personel experience but it is a poem that speaks out about the horrors other people go through.
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