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 May 2020 Marina
Michelle
I collect you words
Like the flower petals that fall
From the bride's hair.
O eternal circle
Hovering around the fourth finger
I only wanted to feel you
As you dissapeared.
Sometime, I feel like my heart is glass. Like it shattered many years ago, and I just cannot help myself but to run my fingers against all of the sharp edges. Why does it feel so good to bleed?
 May 2020 Marina
maryem
confusion
 May 2020 Marina
maryem
I am awake and asleep
Awake or asleep
Nothing in between
Conscious , unconscious
I don't know anymore
I over feel
or , I don't feel at all
Bad and good
Lost
I was here :)
 May 2020 Marina
rk
foxes
 May 2020 Marina
rk
we cling to each other
desperately trying
to perserve what is left
finding darkened corners
to confess our love,
like foxes in the night
with countless eyes
watching our every move.
now i understand
that sometimes
it is easier to love
inside a locked room,
where the world becomes
just one person
and the eyes in the dark
can no longer follow.
- a rabbit hearted girl with foolish thoughts.
 May 2020 Marina
Anna Dang
I write the things I can't say
All my feelings
that I leave at bay
The thoughts
that run in my head on replay
What clutters my mind
that makes me not want to see the next day
I write to free all
that I want to say
My depression is back. I can't escape from it and sometimes it feels like I'm a yoyo and its the one playing with me. It decides when and with what power. So I write and I create.
 May 2020 Marina
White Wolf
As the trees' shiver with delight
at the fresh autumn breeze,
The cycle of life has met his match with her.

Her cloak now adorned with all
the fallen acorns,
while gently the sun abates
for less to see.

Its sensual warmth no longer felt
by lovers in fields.
Unaware of the web of love,
I allowed my heart to falter.

Now struggling in a world so cold,
I fall.
I fall grasping for breath that
perhaps may fill me with
the joy I once knew.
Recently having my heart broken, I write this for all those.
 May 2020 Marina
Lyndsey
Devil Eyes
 May 2020 Marina
Lyndsey
I wanted to believe he was good,
but the devil in his eyes
told me otherwise.
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