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  • You made me smile
    We were really good friends
    We have not talked in awhile
    Our relationship has come to an end
  • He unzipped my scars,
    adapted my soul,
    ignored the raw,
    brought the best in me,
    I had stopped chasing at all,
    made me love again,
    drank my impurities,
    as if I, the irresistible wine,
    invested his time,
    as if I, the only worship,
    I want him now,
    as if he, my being's ambrosia,
    I pray him now,
    as if he, my only divine wish!!
  • In a little town called Rabela
    There lived a little girl named Bela
    Her little life, so simple and plain
    Away from all the chaos and pain
  • The stars of the dying night cry out,
    To the one rising; 
    And knowing the end to their life no doubt,
    They fade, compromising.
  •                                         spirit,
    The thought of you lifts my 
                                                                y     .           .           .
    It lifts me so high I fly
    But then I f
                    for you bringing m
                           back down to earth,
    But you weren't there to catch m
                               So I hit the ground,
                             And broke my  .   .   .  h . e . a . r . t .
  • I've never been one to judge, 
    But it's come time for your reckoning. 
    Justified injustice of character, 
    Quite subpar. 
  • How are you? Fine. Sure, you're fine, a pitiful piece of you just came as a fleeting family member left but you're fine. You just lost a competition you've been work towards for months but you're fine.

  • A ripped shell holds the inevitable
    The lost vow thought unbreakable
    Her swollen core cracking slowly
    Freeing the feelings she thought so lowly
  • This poem is for the ones who risk their lives

    So that friends and family and strangers can live their lives in peace at home

    For the ones who have hope, and privilege to win

    and have the wounds and scars, mentally and physically to prove it


  • I knew a man name George 
    He ate a gorge
    He never lied
    That would make him cried
  • Sitting across from you
    While you're dressed in matching green,
    Listening to the sound of your voice stringing together words
    In a long line that doesn't make an ounce of sense.
    "Time, date, day.
    Time, date, day.
    What's your name again?"
    I try to find you,
    but you don't seem to be home.

    I've been here before.
    Only it wasn't you,
    It was him.

    I've already heard the nonsensical ramblings of a mind that didn't belong.
    I've seen the vacancy sign flicker in a pair of eyes
    I no longer recognized.

    I've been here before.
  • I've got words
    Lots to say but their stored away
    Even when I need to release them the most
    I'm the quiet one, meek and mild
    They call me the 'golden child'
    But they don't know what goes on in my mind
    They are indisputably blind
  • In loving times,  when our hearts were paired
    Life was great,  in the feelings between us shared. 
    Our relationship flourished,  And contentment grew
    In each other we trusted,  in the years love did pursue. 
  • What is it like to not be judged in a world where being yourself is just not enough? What is it like to be yourself and get a hug without being judged and getting mugged by someone who barely even knows you but they’re scared of what they think they know but don’t know anything about so they lash out on you and lose control, funny right? But I guess that’s how life goes people get mad about things they can’t control. How does it feel to be loved by someone who sees all your imperfections as a high and can see themselves with you for the rest of your life?
  • Jumping here and there
    With a care
    Going without care
  • The stage of life is gigantic.
    Each of us plays a part.
    Some are cast in supporting roles,
    While others lead from the start.
  • My lifeless body roams the way a ghost does its' ancient mansion walls
     Invisible, I stumble through the world with a mask praying it doesn't fall 
     You destroyed me.
     Murdered my soul and shattered my spirit
     I am smashed stained glass -
     I am out together but in fractured pieces 
     I am transparent
  • Regulations of expectations
    Altering my perception
    Of individuality and expression
    I apologize that this body of mine
    Isn't what society thinks is divine
    Sorry that my breasts aren't capacious
  • Music uplifts my mood
    Ressurect my soul
    Lightens my day
    And makes me smile
  • My darling soul,

    Let's brave these deserts

    As they are pure and authentic!