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 Jun 21 M-E
Dency
I don't write when iam happy
Joy makes me dance,not think
It fills my hands with flowers
Not pens.

But sadness?
She sits me down,
Open my chest,
And spills the ink.
 Jun 21 M-E
Dency
Nowhere
 Jun 21 M-E
Dency
I have all this love
And nowhere to put it
It's rotting inside me
Soft,warm
Unspent.

I reach out in dreams
But wake up alone
His name buried in my throat
Like a secret
I was not allowed to say.

He didn't stay
But the love did
And now it grows wild
Inside a heart
With no one left
To give it to.
our time together
has drawn to a close

you have had
your fair share

and i mine
there were fair moments

when i was soft
with sorrow

hard
with loss

but there are many feathers in a wing
and you may have only one

it is time to find my way
through the sky now blue

before i am done
i must make my own path

to the resting sun
 Jun 20 M-E
Olivia
Work
 Jun 20 M-E
Olivia
Freedom is what I gained
After months in therapy
Days filled with tears
Days filled with fear
Broken is what she said
Impossible
Unfixable
No belief
Think
Reframe
Rearrange
There is no magic fix
No cure
Not 100 percent
Hard work
Resilience
Much effort it takes
Get what you put in
Up to you they say
It really is possible
Keep up the work
Keep it all in your head
Don’t forget the work you did
Because it saved me
And it may save another too
 Jun 20 M-E
Emma
...
 Jun 20 M-E
Emma
...
I sit there in my room each night
Wondering if this is what life is supposed to feel like

In my room, I cry alone
Just wishing I was ever known

I sit there on my comforting little bed
My safe place, crying till my eyes get red

I have a family, friends and more
But feel like i'm locked in a cage behind my door

I sit there on my bed every night
Just praying for me to feel alright

I put a smile for everyone there
Pushing down this feeling of despair

What’s life is like for others, I wonder every night
Just dreaming, in my bed, trying to feel alright

I sit there in my room each night
Wondering if this is what life is supposed to feel like
 Jun 20 M-E
Mélissa
Strange a thing to feel
Alone in crowded places
Forlorn amongst friends
I wish I could lose my hearing
So I didn't have to hear your laugh
So I didn't have to hear you talking
So I didn't have to hear you

I wish I could lose my smell
So I didn't have to smell your hair
So I didn't have to smell your perfume
So I didn't have to smell you

I wish I could lose my sight
So I didn't have to see your face and smile
So I didn't have to see the places we went
So I didn't have to see you

I wish I could forget you
Not because I hate you
Not because it wasn't fun
But because
Every time I hear you
Every time I smell you
Every time I see you
I die a little more
Because I love them all to death
I bleed a little more
Because I love you to until the end
And it all reminds me of you
The one I can't have
 Jun 20 M-E
Abbie
Your woman
 Jun 20 M-E
Abbie
What are we,
You love me, yet you’re with her.
You ignore her, come see me,
Its like a big secret,
I don't want it to be,
I want it to be us.
You say she needs you, i need you,
You say you help her, you help me survive.
I love you, do you really love me?
When people ask, its always ‘were not together yet’
When is yet, can yet be now?
I need you.
You say im yours, but whos is she?
I dont wanna be the other woman,
I wanna be your woman.
 Jun 20 M-E
Aphrodite
Love is a whirlwind
Creating a path I can't win
A hurricane force leaving me bleeding
From the debris, forced upon my skin
Preferring the gentle breeze
Of a tease
Please
Don't judge me by my winds
Or by my words
My predictions, in my verse
Name me after the lady in a category
The first of the year
Aphrodite is coming
Prepare
Starting to storm
 Jun 20 M-E
Nat Lipstadt
a gift for Aladdin Aures H
from his 3rd follower...

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the inescapable need,
unformed firmament
inquiring; am I capable?

the impulse palpable,
the urge to urgent,
to gorge and disgorge?

instead of morning prayers,
precomposed and ordered,
morning poem plucked from

morning fog, gusted breezes,
early-on, newborn sun rays,
progeny of disheveled skies

words fused, in irregular sizes,
senses censured by drowsy eyes,
but the chest beating arrhythmia

means bursts of free verses
superimposed on reluctant eyelids,
jigsaw puzzlement be re-conformed

and the first poem of the day,
emerges from the intersection
of mind, pale dreams, and the

first is special till the neu morrow,
when fresh bursts explode inward
to windward, and the first is just

yesterday's mesh of hash,
once formidable, now last,
pinned, yellowing, purely a
*descendant of the recent,
but always, ancient past
^
3:07pm
a bright sun grilled day, in a cold June
Juneteenth 3025

on the Isle of, in the piet's nook
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