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I could describe
everything about you
having never met you -
recite your words
like a Silverstein poem,
sketch every
imperfection, and
feel every embrace.

So believe me
when I say you're
the one I've always
wanted and that
I loved you before
we met..
A beautiful thought
They call her names,
send their curses through a screen.
She blocks them,
but the words slip through the cracks,
curl beneath her skin.

She scrubs her face,
but the insults don’t wash away.
She sleeps,
but the whispers slither through her dreams.

Years pass.
The usernames are gone.
The accounts are deleted.
The laughter has moved on.

But the words—
the words still stay.
This poem plays with the idea that words, once spoken (or typed), never truly go away.
 Apr 5 Opal Black
sierra
I look for you in every person I meet
Pieces
Fragments
An eye color or smile line
Your favorite song, movie
The scent of you
If you have to lie, then deep inside,
You already know the truth you hide.
The words you twist, the stories bend,
Can never heal, can never mend.

A shadow creeps with every tale,
A weight that grows with every veil.
The truth, once bright, is lost in gray,
Each step you take leads you away.

You know you’re wrong with every breath,
Each word you speak, a quiet death.
If truth is gone, then so are we-
A bond can’t live on false debris.

If you must lie to make it through,
Then face the truth: it’s not worth you.
I think most often we lie to ourselves the most.
They call him reckless, wild and free.
Drift above or beneath the tide,
He's lost yet grins at all he sees,
They call him reckless, wild and free.
Sail or sink where no trouble be,
He laughs where they thought fear must hide.
They call him reckless, wild and free,
His journey waits on either side.
Part 3 of Misty's Journey
 Apr 4 Opal Black
Yohanes
her smile glowing like a moonlight in the sky,
soft as feather, brighter than a star.
my eyes can't process how beautiful
all i can do is admire it

i asked the moon, “why do I feel this way?
why do the stars all dim everytime i saw her?”
it sighed, “because her light outshines the night
she’s not just beauty, she’s the reason why.”

“i wish i were beside her,” i sighed to the moon.
“what would you do?” it asked, softening its glow.
my heart beating fast, “just let her know
she’s my dream, and i want it to be true.”
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