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Mel Aug 2020
The letter arrived this morning
It was the first to come this spring
I read it over and over and over again.
Each day,
Each night,
I study the letter
Until it became a habit to read it every morning,
Every evening
By the end, I might have learned
To rest, take a nap,
Spend time with people
But for now, I’ll just read the last letter
The letter from my love
Using a word generator:
Nap
Study
Spring
Habit
Letter
Mel Mar 2020
What if I changed for you?
How would you feel if I had green eyes
If I had blonde hair
If I was curvier and shorter
Would you love me then?

What if I smiled for you?
How would you feel if I bore my teeth
If I grinned like the Cheshire Cat
If I only smiled at your name
Would you love me then?

What if- What if- What if!
These shouldn't be what if!
I will change for you!
I'll look different so you will love me just like you love her!
I will smile only for you and I will
I will
I will
I will

But will you please love me in return?
Note: I'm poking at society, not directed towards a certain person
Mel Mar 2020
I'm falling
Falling into the ocean
Falling down a rabbit hole
Falling off a cliff

I'm drowning
Drowning in my tears
Drowning in my feelings
Drowning in the river

I'm dying
Dying to have change
Dying feel my feet
Dying to live

I'm dead
Dead to society
Dead to humanity
Dead to myself
Mel Oct 2019
The world is tired.
She is feeling quite blue
"Out of reach," she says.
"We are out of reach."
I do not feel out of reach.
And out of judicious sense,
She, the world, decided to play a trick on us.
A trick to make us sleepy.
I am feeling sleepy...
I think I might sleep...
Goodnight….
Used five words from a generator
Tired
Reach
Judicious
Trick
Sleepy
Mel Jul 2019
Under the starry sky
Under the moonlit water
Under the toiled ground
Under the heeps of dirt
Under the souled shoes
Under the girl in red and blue
Under the boy who can't count
Under me and you


Love
I imagined a small town on a cliff, that over looks to a lake. And you can figure out the rest on your own
Mel Jun 2019
Her skin pale
Her eyes soft
Her touch sweet
Her grin... not
Her voice rolled
Her ideas spurred
Her black hair
Her white dress
Her cherry red lips
Her dark as night lure
Snow white in a creepy poem form
Mel May 2019
Why do you hide?
Hide where?
Under the bed, I mean?
Because it's safe.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Can I come and see?
As long as you promise to not touch anything.
Okay.
Welcome to under the bed.
What's this?
Don't touch it.
But I want to.
No.
.... Too late.
.......
.......
Welcome to under the bed. Your new home, child.
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