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  Sep 13 Anne J
Francie Lynch
I was tricked into believing
This is my world.
There are too many signs
That can't be ignored.
It's certainly not my old world.
No, not my world at all.
Not the one I inherited,
And not the world I'll leave you.
And I'm so sorry for the mess we're in.
I'm sorry I'm made of carbon,
I'm changing,
I could be a diamond still.
Tip of the hat to the Wicked Witch of the West for the title.
  Sep 11 Anne J
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
  Apr 28 Anne J
A warm August Night
A 2011 Chevy Cruze
A car radio playing Get You by Daniel Caesar
A faint green light
The only thing lighting up her face
Long blonde hair just above her waist
A beautiful girl with a clear and solid voice
A nervous boy with shaky hands and the voice to match
One last hug before they part ways
One last exchange
A last desperate kiss with him wishing he could make it last forever
Clinging to her hands until they finally release
Longing is the last taste in his mouth
The words please don't leave me getting stuck in his throat
Left to watch the sun walk away, a final glance before a silent goodbye
A girl gone before he could even understand her
A boy left with a long drive home
to wonder if she was ever even real or she just existed in his mind
Saudade: a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.
Anne J Apr 27
bodies drop, no pulse
graves with no name inscribed on
downtown festive no more
With 54,938 cases, the state I live in is the state with the 3rd highest corona rate. The downtown of my city, which used to have plenty of events and people roaming the streets, is a ghost-town, something that never happened even when the marathon bombing took place. This virus is terrifying. Everyone, please be safe during these times. (I just made this haiku about 5 minutes ago. I actually meant to make a haiku for haiku day but forgot lol.)
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