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 Sep 2020 Alex
Andrew Layman
My heart stays on a hill
always out of reach
just above the crashing waves
well below the lighthouse keep

Salt is thick in my veins
with lungs that breathe too deep
I can not turn back now
because the price would be too steep.
 Aug 2020 Alex
She Writes
Caged Bird
 Aug 2020 Alex
She Writes
Tell me this!
How can you cage a bird
When you fell in love
Whilst watching it fly?
 Aug 2020 Alex
Nylee
Knock, knock
 Aug 2020 Alex
Nylee
Be ready to be locked outside
I am scared of all things that are happening
I keep all the doors and windows closed
I'd rather be alone inside
please do not knock

knock, knock
who is there?
 Aug 2020 Alex
Naomi
Puddles
 Aug 2020 Alex
Naomi
Hello,  I am a puddle person.
I'm certainly not the only puddle person, of course.
And I often think I'm more puddle then person.

I lay on the floor still.
People come by and see themselves reflected in me.
Sometimes they step in me,  and drops of me splish around and evaporate.

I'm content being a puddle it's, comfortable.
People are aware of me whether looking at themselves, tip toeing around me or jumping in.

I am NOT invisible.

Love me or hate me this puddle person isn't going anywhere,
until I become more puddle then person.
 Aug 2020 Alex
kaehaniya
i make
 Aug 2020 Alex
Scarlet Niamh
I can't stop dreaming of your arms around me,
A soft touch
Fleeting on my lips
Not lived enough when it was there
To fully remember.
I see myself kissing you
In third person,
Slow motion,
Like an old movie spinning
From reel to reel.
I stuff the covers in my mouth,
For a while I forget I'm alone.
And when our hands brush I know
You hear the thunder screaming
And I wonder why I have to leave
Every night, if I'll ever really find
The right time for you to be mine
Or if I'll always be pretending
Like I don't fall asleep
With your arms on my waist,
Your lips on mine
Nov 2019
 Aug 2020 Alex
Maniacal Escape
I waited everywhere for him
God it feels so good.
Scraping change from the holy fountain.
Pennies make prices.
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