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 Dec 2019 E
Edward
Let me out
 Dec 2019 E
Edward
I need the light.
I want the day.
Dig me up.
Forget my name.
Try to climb.
I slip away.
Let me out.

Crawling on the ground.
Back to you.
Dig me up.
Forget my name.
Tried to crawl.
But I slipped away.
Let me out.
Can you hear me?
Let me out.

I need the light.
I want the day.
Won’t you dig me up?
I’ve listened.
I’ve given.
Let me out.
Can you hear me?
Let me out.
 Dec 2019 E
Lovis Magnus Westberg
I fell in love with your heart,
and our words were a work of art.
Together, in harmony,
we made a world of our own.

Now your words are set in stone.
I'm sitting here all alone.
Perhaps us, together, wasn't smart.
But we together were a work of art.
For: Huxley Densen
 Dec 2019 E
Grey
I am high on life,
drowning in euphoria,
and drunk on loving.
 Dec 2019 E
Marie-Lyne
We'll become adults
when
we
accept
the timing
of the
universe
without
trying
to
understand it.
 Dec 2019 E
Audrey
Poet
 Dec 2019 E
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 Dec 2019 E
Sarah Spencer
Bottled Up
 Dec 2019 E
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 Dec 2019 E
ktle
You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
-what the first taught me
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