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 Mar 2018 Bee
Phasma de Oceanus
Cancer:
You bathe at night; soak
in the indigo twilight.
Exhausted from the
overload of emotion,
the lunar light cleansed your soul.

Leo:
Charming and cunning,
like the lion, you stalk your
prey. Find the weakness
and exploit it; start the fire,
and then claim your innocence.

Scorpio:
You are the end and
beginning of the cycle.
Reincarnation;
Take the heat, and rise from the
ashes in your final form.

Aquarius:
Water bearer, you
bring life to this alien
landscape. Barren and
undiscovered, this is your
chance to change the world. Long live
your work of innovation.

Virgo:
Tree branch rib cage and
ivy veins that nurture your
winter-bitten soul.
Precious sunlight has returned;
your garden will bloom again.

Aries:
The war going on
inside your brain is growing
tiresome. Your strength
is that of the ram, but you
can't always be the hero.

Pisces:
Submersion. Scared and
eye-level with the Angler.
Take pleasure in the
aesthetic. Perhaps a change
of perspective was needed.

Sagittarius (Father Jupiter Would Be So Proud):
Goddess of the hunt,
your need for adventure and
fearless heart combines
and incarnates the wander-
lust warrior that you are.

Capricorn:
Eyes like a doe; she
is wise, nurturing, and vast.
Motherly strength is
the coat worn over bared bones
and bruised knees. She's her own crutch.

Libra:
Neither side of your
scale may touch the ground.
Chaos may welcome
you with open arms, but she
will grow cold and deranged, love.

Taurus:
Though you are stubborn,
your heart is made of feather,
you fierce, burly ox.
Romantic and devoted,
the darkness in you is gold.

Gemini (The Twin Flame):
How exciting and
infuriating it must
be to look in the
mirror to face your best friend
and your greatest enemy.
What's your sign? Can you relate to any of these?
 Mar 2018 Bee
Third Eye Candy
my party hats have been hacking this green ****...
pitching these ill bent ravens and Q-tips
jinxing the midday with famine
and lightning
a brite spot of bother and dead garlands...
hard garters and soft mottoes
murmured in wisdom of dimwits
a false lovely.

needing things kills
and kills often
god ponders yonder as we dismiss...
but taunt.
you gain a third world
to keep your clean mind soiled
in brine
to pickle the pickle
indeed.

and
you haven't any sugar
in your tea.
 Mar 2018 Bee
Lottie
At the mad Hatter's tea party,
I sit far away from the rabble
Of tea *** mice and twitchy hares.
Little me, little Alice, falling
Down the rabbit hole
And not knowing what is me
And what is not.
Dear lord, poetry isn't doing its thing today..
 Mar 2018 Bee
fustypetals
I talked to the moon last night
about what happen between us,
he didn't heard​ me

I asked the stars
trying to find the answers about us,
and they're just give me their little blink

so now you all know,
all I got is just a silence.

/f.r/
 Mar 2018 Bee
fustypetals
i went to a coffee shop
and bought a cup of latte,
it smells so good as your parfume
its colour was brown as your eyes
and the foam was white as your skin

but then,
as i gulp my latte down,
i realized;
it was bitter as you too.

/f.r/
 Mar 2018 Bee
fustypetals
;
 Mar 2018 Bee
fustypetals
;
i dont know
why your name is still
the prettiest thing to write about.

—f.r
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