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    Red was the Night #Poetry

    She cut me cut me like diamonds She strung me strung me through a gold chain And around her neck she wore me night and day All night and day Night to day My heart shattered and sent thunder through the night Every tear that I cried rained into the sky Every drop of my blood from every scratch, from every cut ran into a flood and fell up above The skies roared with pain as the red swallowed up the stars Lightning shot through my veins and drowned the man in the moon Just like that there was no more light Suddenly red was the night In this sky…

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    Poem: What Doesn’t Kill You…

    “If what doesn’t kill us really made us stronger, then why am I broken?” -Luckman Khan What doesn’t Kill us… Makes us stronger Makes us wiser Teaches us to go farther Makes us fighters What doesn’t kill us… Makes us stranger Makes us something unique Turns us into strangers …a torn masterpiece… Leaves us with a hunger an emptiness inside roaring like thunder A starless sky Makes us trust less Leaves us scarred galore Makes us numb, and shatters who we are Like glass mirrors What doesn’t kill us… Leaves us alone and cold without a road to roam no place to call home like a silent phone Leaves us…