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 Sep 2020 Alex
Emma Price
the pieces of me
that you kept understanding
the pieces of you
that I keep finding
~much love
 Sep 2020 Alex
Johnny Dust
Because all words are just made up anyways
All words are just complicated air
And I never forced you hand
It was just nice being there

And I’ll wash my hair in the sink
Because I don’t take care of myself nearly as much as I drink
I’m all badly tied knots and broken dreams.

And my chest is still full of fire
I’m all but a bad case of poor resource management
 Sep 2020 Alex
 Sep 2020 Alex
I asked you
To trust me
Not knowing
You would be
The one
To teach me
What trust was
Neutral tyrants
Drink themselves
To the bottom
Of the glass
I pray only
That the well
Will not run
 Sep 2020 Alex
Ashley Jerome
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
We may not
to each other
day of our
but when we
I make sure
say, "I love
Cocteau Twins - Lorelei
 Sep 2020 Alex
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 Sep 2020 Alex
Good enough
 Sep 2020 Alex
Not everything needs a poem
it’s already

good enough.
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