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 Apr 2018 Mariam
MsAmendable
We dance in the ashes like
Literary scavengers.
In the ruins and after rages
We draw the shreds of words and pages
Around our naked bodies like Blankets,
A quilt of the quintessential struggle
Which all people suffer
I'm not sure if I posted this before,  but it's have been a while. I wrote this not too long after reading "the Book Theif" which was wonderful
 Feb 2018 Mariam
Verbatim Lynnie
~

I am
Unpoetic, for
Isolation built from self-paved
Solitude has wilted my writing's
Possibility for sweetness
And sugar-faked beauty,
But poetry is crazed
For a taste of
Vast feelings,
So here
I am-


~
All feedback is welcome
 Feb 2018 Mariam
affi
Honest Water
 Feb 2018 Mariam
affi
Why are we confident
In the sea of people
But drown
In the drops of intimacy
 Feb 2018 Mariam
Anonymous
The girl you watch in the hallway,
the one who shoves around the others,
The one no one ever bothers,
The one that deicides your happy days,
The one that turns school into a maze,
She’s the one that only plays.

The girl you smile at on the train,
The one that teases your best friend,
The one that will never make it end,
The one that stops your brain,
The one that makes it rain,
She’s the one that causes pain.

The girl you talk to in the class,
The one that copies what you write,
The one you think about at night,
The one that goes with the mass,
The one that seems so out of glass,
She’s the one that will never let you pass.

The girl you hug in the streets,
The one that takes all you bring,
The one that wants a diamond ring,
The one you follow while she leads,
The one that always knows the beats,
She’s the one that steals your seats.

The girl you kiss in the bar,
The one that leaves you the bill,
The one that wants you to spill,
The one you think is a star,
The one that breaks your car,
She’s the one that defines who you are.
 Jan 2018 Mariam
samuel nathan
Here I sit upon this train
As if again inside a dream.
Same people, same smell, same unknown stain.
Everything as it was or so it would seem.

Outside a shattered cityscape flickers by,
A million metal mountains that hold us all.
They reach, as we reach, toward the sky;
And we, not them are more apt to fall.

Something cold takes hold of my brow,
Returning me tersely to the present.
I fell asleep against the window somehow.
A pillow or porcupine might’ve been more pleasant.

I guess I dozed off when I got on.
And now my wallet and phone are gone.
 Jan 2018 Mariam
Soulace
Pieces
 Jan 2018 Mariam
Soulace
e                       I don't quite know what's worse.                     p

             Being 100%, completely broken
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Or being 99% completed, and never seeming to find the last...


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 Jan 2018 Mariam
Pagan Paul
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In a garden fair with flowers
is where she whiles away her hours.
Especially in the months of Spring,
gently rocking upon her mood swing.

Flying high and dipping low
she lets her emotions freely flow.
Not caring what the feelings bring,
gently rocking upon her mood swing.

Hanging beneath an apple tree
a virginal symbol of her purity.
Listening quiet to the songbirds sing,
gently rocking upon her mood swing.


© Pagan Paul (25/09/17)
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