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 Feb 2018 keepsake7
mikhaila
do you still love me
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 Dec 2017 keepsake7
Hadrian Veska
My battery doesn't last long
I can't care about others
As often or as well as you do
I need time to be alone

So when you see my smile
Become crooked and fake
Don't let me go on empty
Give me some time to recharge

My heart is not as large as yours
 Dec 2017 keepsake7
Solitary Sac
No. You’re doing it all wrong. This is not how it’s done.

Why would you even… forget it, I’ll just have to show you.

Listen. When you look up into the sky, those aren’t clouds that you see. Who told you that? See that one, the one that’s a little puffy in the center and has a long end. Yes. That’s a whale. And the one next to it that looks like there’s a hole in the middle, that one is a doorway. That’s where lost things are sent to.

And no, those aren’t just shades. They are spy glasses. So when you wear them at night and look out the window, you get night vision. Go. Take a peek over into the neighbor’s yard. I’m sure I saw a gnome there just last night.

Now, what have I told you about our bed sheet? You need to stack some pillows underneath and get a torch. It’s our tent. And don’t peek outside. I think I just heard a bear scrunching around out there.

Oh and you must, I repeat you must get onto a higher surface when someone screams ‘the floor is lava’. I’m not kidding, lava is red hot, and it will burn you. Jump onto the very next thing you find that’s higher. I really don’t want to get burnt.

Also, I saw what you did last night. You didn’t wish on that shooting star. And I know you think you’re too old for this, and that wishing on a meteor, as you like to call it, is absurd, but I would like to remind you, mister, wishes do come true.

So don’t let the magic inside you die.
Wish on that star and let your imagination run wild.
You will only get to be this old, once in your life.
With Love, From the younger me, of the past.
 Dec 2017 keepsake7
Beaux
Disappointment

I see it in my mother’s eyes
I hear it in her voice
I feel it in the air
The tension is painful
It’s sharp like needles against my skin

Her words hit me like broken glass
“Can’t” “Don’t” “Wouldn’t”

“Why”
     It stings
“Why”
     It seeps into my skin
“Why”
     It creeps through my veins

How does a mother’s disappointment explain why?

Why?
     My brain was asleep
Why?
     I was on autopilot
Why?
     My head was full of fog
Why?
     I wasn’t in control

Disappointment.

I am everyone’s greatest.
Written: 12-12-17
I'm just having a rough time
 Dec 2017 keepsake7
Sara Kellie
It's raining, it's raining.
Her blood, it is draining.
She went to bed, he smashed her head,
for nagging and complaining.

Now he's inside and oh, how he cried.
The lucky ******* should have fried.
Someone told her Mum & Dad,
I have some news, it's really bad.

She's loved to dance since she was five.
She can't do that, she's not alive.
He was a talent, web site creation,
he'll return to that when he gets probation.

Poetry by Kaydee.
Inspired by the news & a story of violence, (in)justice and death.
 Dec 2017 keepsake7
Ellen
My family used to be iconic,
a perfect lady as my mother
and a hardworking business man as my father
our house on the top of the hill
was ideal for the thorns that grew inside .

I was playing my own part by being a lovely child,
trying to hide the scars.

But the scars were too painful
and blood kept dripping through my costume.
though the audience didn't mind me bleeding,
the audience didn't mind the thorns,
the audience only cared about the show.

So here I lay
under the hill
dreaming about thorns turning to roses.
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