I contradict myself in everything I do, every poem I write, and every answer I give, They tell us our opinion matters. But, how can it if we live in a world that constantly changes? How can it when you feel like you are stuck in that world and you're always two steps behind the others? How can it when you feel like you're older, more mature, wiser, when you feel different from everyone around you? It matters because everyone's different in every way, shape, and form you can think of. Why should that limit us? We're all different. We shouldn't brought down because of it. Besides, doesn't being different, makes us all the same?
Poems by: Jessica and Aparupa
Cover by: CorkyPorky


21. Danger

His wife died,

And he was driven mad by grief.

Next his child followed,

And he didn't see a reason to breathe.


No amount of words,

Could express what he felt.

He decided to show,

Rather than tell.


An alert came on,

While she was watching T.V.

Danger! Danger!,

It seemed to scream.


She didn't know what to do,

When she heard the pounding on the door.

She started to cry,

And fell to the floor.


The man entered the house,

And saw the crying woman.

He bent down next to her,

And he whispered in her ear.


"There's no need to cry",

He said as soothing as he could.

"I am no danger,

Just misunderstood."


"Then why would they say,

Something that can't be true?"

The woman replied,

Seeing as the man looked blue.


"They never felt,

A grief so strong.

A grief that feels,

Like everything you do is wrong."


The woman believed the man,

And off they went.

No one saw them leave,

Or knew where they went.


No one except,

His wife and son.

They knew he found someone,

That he could love.

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