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Lolalita Nov 15
“Here”, she said
“Take my heart”,
swallowing her pride.
“Take it, all of it.”
because it no longer belongs to its owner
someone else is paying the rent now
it became a motel for the lonely souls
a refuge
strangers come and go
stepping on it
as if it were a doormat.
Lolalita Nov 14
He said “And Lola”,
caressing the hollowness of her cheeks with his soft touch,
“You’re like a tender flower,
and I’m not gonna let myself ruin it.”

Her heart fell into millions of pieces as she thought to herself,
there isn’t anything that he can ruin
that wasn’t ruined already.
  Nov 14 Lolalita
Junior McIntyre
Why do poets offer their love
The sun the moon and the stars
When even in their wildest dreams
These things they will never have
Is it because love is a dream
That we sell to each other
Knowing deep down within our hearts
That every dream will wither
Lolalita Aug 21
Some people grow
and some don’t change.
Some people don’t stay
and some are stuck in one place.
Some people are repeatedly visiting the past
and some are impatiently waiting for the future.
Some people are living in the moment
and some are thinking about tomorrow.
Lolalita Aug 21
You’re lost
In a place you don’t belong
You’re trying to find your way out
But you don’t know which is the right direction
You keep roaming around in circles
Coming back to the starting point
I just hope you won’t stay lost forever.
  Aug 20 Lolalita
Winter Child
In case no one gets it,
i collect my excerpts
better
than i spell my prayer.
Spills my personal feelings
and trouble,
longer than i bow
on my knees.

i memorize every shame
and quote it
in a piece of paper,
the same stroke
they did to break
my bones.
Marks down
every of their tone
when i got yelled at,
being degraded.

In case no one gets it,
i use my fingertips to fight.
Being sure of my words,
but never myself.

They can take off my guts,
break down my sanity
into pieces of insecurity.
Yet i’m here to remain bold
until the last spill of ink,
and my pen
can no longer stand.
the battle is in my head
  Jun 21 Lolalita
Justyn Huang
An itch in my heart
I'd like to scratch but no one
to rub feelings with
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