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Alison Jun 2019
I ripped my skin open
Spilling my secrets and blood on the floor.
But it made you uncomfortable
I was too open
Too raw
Too much.
I apologized
As I covered up my insides
And sewed myself back together.
Cotton Candy Jun 2019
i am the shoreline

i face storms

and sunny days

and i don’t break

slowly my sands

are stolen

washed away

and yet i remain

i am fiercely determined

to succeed

and all these things

will simply help define me
Cotton Candy Jun 2019
swim like a mermaid

through the ocean

to me

swim through

rough waters

until you reach

the calm

under moonlight  —

surface my soul

entwined with yours
grace May 2019
"It would hurt me", he whispered softly under the protective blanket of the night.

He held her closer in his arms, "You are my everything."

He paused. "It upsets me to see you unhappy. I want nothing more than your happiness..."

Another pause.

"So I understand if you left. If you left me, if you left this world."

He struggled to find the right words.

"I'd understand but it would still hurt."
Riz Mack Mar 2019
Gone
Away
You are lost
It's my own fault
The sleight of my hand
Tipped you over the edge
Your destiny unfulfilled
Oblivion calling to you
Surely this way you will never burn
Sarah Ouhida Jan 2019
in a holy room
she weeps
it is a Blue Sunday,
—don’t you hear her, Jim?

roses weeping
she dances
in the dark
it is pouring
and she is empty
— oh Axl, don’t you see her ?

she hopes she can touch heaven
she feels like gold
her blood is full of it !
dreamy,
oblivious
spiraling
she’s become numb
—Don’t you feel her, Roger?

she tries to find her way to heaven
a new life
but her wings are scarred
— can you get her there, Eric?
Sarah Ouhida Jan 2019
only the dark can see
my desperate fingers
find reprise
in between
my  lonely thighs
she cries with me
I slip into
delirium
then she kisses me
goodnight
ma chérie
first poem on this site in almost three years. I am determined to try and post here regularly again. But, in the case I slip off again, you can find this poem and all my other works on my poetry instagram: sarahimanpoetry.
MsRobota Jan 2019
I am a grey wall
stained and full of cracks
but you've hung a frame
with a memory of us
over each crack
and you've spilled words of love
over each stain
K Balachandran Dec 2018
Purple hue spilled by
Frenetically painting dawn,
Made the world reborn!
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