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  Apr 2019 T
Trelon Grant
Why is it that you,
Whisper you aren’t beautiful?
Such a falsity...
  Apr 2019 T
Sharmila Juliet
She is a poem of his heart
He never disclosed
In front of anyone.
  Apr 2019 T
Liddi Cristol
Sometimes heartbreak is like a stroke.
One sudden moment.
You lose half of yourself.

Other times it's like a cancer.
Spreading. Consuming every fibre.
Until you're nothing
but an empty corpse.

I don't know which is worse.
But don't you dare judge me
for not seeing it.
  Apr 2019 T
Em MacKenzie
In your eyes there lives a solar system,
but lately my planets are nowhere to be found,
when rotation is closing, do you miss them?
Your eyes tell a million stories, but in space there is no sound.

In your palms I wish to trace your constellations,
I’m sure there’s a zodiac that connects you and I.
Your infinite galaxy can’t be compared to all other creations,
I just want to float aimlessly in your sky.

I’m running out of air,
and I don’t even care,
‘cause darling the universe is you.
My apologies if I stare,
but such a perfect sight is so rare,
oh darling my heart bursts, it’s true.

Stars line her soul,
and her light is brighter than the sun.
All my life I’ve been a black hole,
but finally destiny and gravity has won.

Her mind is the vast glowing Milky Way,
shining swirls of colour no mortal could ever wish to paint,
and it can pull you in, but you already want to stay,
and bathe in the shimmering hues, both bright and faint.

I’m running out of air,
and I don’t even care,
‘cause darling the universe is you.
Burning up as a solar flare,
your light’s ideal, there is no glare,
but darling I’m cursed as the colour blue.

Stars line her soul,
and her light is brighter than the sun.
Even a supernova has it’s own role,
the suction pulls me away but to you I’ll always run.

They say space is infinite and it’s distance knows no bars,
but I know it’s still intimate to stretch to you across the stars.
We can both still see the moon,
and can still feel the heat of the sun,
I know we’ll combine our two galaxies soon,
and make our planetary systems one.

I’m running out of air,
and I don’t even care,
‘cause darling the universe is you.
The shooting stars answered my prayer,
providing a bond and connection we share,
and I swear, if you burst I’ll use stitches and glue,
‘cause darling the universe is you.
  Apr 2019 T
Mike Hauser
she said to me
she doesn't believe
i told her God's in a whisper
and life's too loud
if you're struggling
to even listen
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