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 Mar 18 Billie
Chameleon
He said that he
rolls over to my side
of the bed
after I get up in
the morning,
because it’s warm
and the pillow still smells
like me.
 Mar 18 Billie
Chameleon
I had an epiphany
just now…
What if I did nothing
and don’t feel bad
about it?
 Mar 18 Billie
S R Mats
Deep pains leave the best scars
Like braille on your skin

Follow the story as you feel your way
Through a history written on thin sheets
 Mar 18 Billie
Chameleon
He hugged me and
kissed my cheek
and said,
I like you.
I put my arms
around his neck
and said,
Well I love you.
I heard him laugh
and he said,
I’m just bad at saying it
but I love you too.
 Feb 1 Billie
Moo
Prey
 Feb 1 Billie
Moo
True Love is a prey,
It's roar not mighty enough to provoke the evil away,
Deaths glance illuminates for love no chance,
The souls swoon apart in a dance,
Unfathomable is the death grimace,
Interwined in his is each lovers hand,
What an earnest tragedy on yesterdays land.
 Feb 1 Billie
Jeremy Betts
You know how I know
That's a bullshiit apology?
Because you're not sorry
You're just sorry
Sorry,
Not sorry
But the difference is
Whenever I am
Mine aren't empty

©2025
 Jan 15 Billie
Jeremy Betts
Foresight
No conclusions
Could be wrong, maybe right
Try seeing through the night without
Moonlight

©2025
~ Cinquain ~
The first line and the last line mirror one another in sound, and the number of syllables increases by two with each line before abruptly decreasing: 2-4-6-8-2.
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The word Cinquain is the French word for "bundle of five objects."
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 Nov 2024 Billie
Ariana Bagley
In her pretty brown eyes
You could see it
Even with that dainty smile
Her happiness
Vanished
She saw
The disgust
As she looked in the mirror
The hatred
Took over
Her self-love
The pain
Changed
Her mindset
Now
She had sleepless nights full of hopes and dreams
Where
Her tear stained cheeks hit the pillow
She was troubled
Her only wish
Was
Becoming an aura that made people think of the color yellow
She remembers when
If anyone asked
She would’ve said
“I’m used to it.”

Now read from bottom to top.
October 29, 2019 (9:47 PM)
 Nov 2024 Billie
Arawyn
He looked at me,
The way the sky looks at the rain,
Waiting for patiently for the relief.
Hands intertwining around my waist like vines,
Every touch felt.
Warm lips pressed against mine that has been worn.
Heal them I say as if they have been broken so many times before.
I love you,
I love you.
Our love is inevitable.
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