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maeve-cunningham
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On the night of the black moon You ripped my heart open. On the night of the white moon, You collected the shredded pieces. On the night of the blue moon, You strung my heart back together with silk. On the night of the red moon, You gave it back to me. On the night of the yellow moon, You tried to make it beat, When the moon didn’t arrive, You let out an awful scream.
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
Moon Cycles
There was once a boy in a castle Hidden in a tower, that reached so high He could almost touch the stars. However, he wished to be below with the star he loved the most- the boy who lived on the throne, who wore a crown of bones They called him the Boy Bone King- Missing a soul, Lost a smile, And only spoke with demons. Our castle boy was the only human A Bone Boy King could ever love. The soulless king locked him away, For no one would take his star boy, No one would lead him astray. If this made his king happy, Our star boy would remain loyal for all of their eternity. Star boy creates friends with clouds and thunderstorms, While his Boy bone King wreaks havoc below And creates a hurricane of his own. Their hearts forever intertwined with love and madness- a type of peace That only soulmates can find.
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
The Lovers
A writer is never peaceful Sleep does not come easy Stories and demons drown our senses Then we can no longer breathe.
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC
Personal Thoughts
Her skeletal frame was made of glass She encircled her porcelain arms around herself To keep from breaking apart Her hair whipped and twirled in the hurricane White as snow Weaker than her bones Her eyes, however, her eyes Could destroy a nation, Slit a throat, and carry one to their death. Her eyes could also love And love and love Until there was nothing left.
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
The Skeleton Girl
Power to women Power to black women Power to queer women Power to the oppressed Power to the women Who fight And fight And fight Power to the women Who are loud And angry Power to the women Who scream for freedom Power to the women Who wave their middle finger In the face of the oppressors Power to women
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
Power