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 Feb 2023 Tulip
David P Carroll
The pain and hurt
I feel every day and
It sadly never goes

Away and I'm stuck
In the gates of hell
Every day

And when I
Even try to break free
I can't find a way out

And the darkness will
Forever hang over me
And my blood is boiling
And my heart has just stopped and I'm
Just an other dead Palestinian.
Free Palestine 💜❤️💜
If your love
Language
Gets lost
In translation...

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 Feb 2023 Tulip
LS
Dehiscence
 Feb 2023 Tulip
LS
There.
Right below my sternum,
That’s where you want to make the incision.

Cut it out of me, please.
I want to see if this dark thing inside of me
Is as ugly as it feels.
 Feb 2023 Tulip
Mik
Excavation
 Feb 2023 Tulip
Mik
I’ll pull dead things out from boxes in the ground,
I’ll let their rotting corpses be seen,
And churn them into compost with earthworms,

So I can grow.
I can grow.
 Feb 2023 Tulip
xavier thomas
I’m not afraid to lose you in the process of us becoming better people.
I’m not afraid to tell you the truth even if it hurts a little.
I’m not afraid to compromise time in exchange for peace.
I’m not afraid being vulnerable, though, I’m automatically viewed as weak.

All past doors were sealed.
So nothing will interfere.
Work to take proper care to be in the presence of a new journey.
So natural growth can bloom there.
Right before we got together.

Yet, I catch myself overthinking during crucial conversations because I don’t want to mess up.
Learning to give room for human error.
Despite it all; I am still in love with you…

You, my love, You
 Feb 2023 Tulip
Alexis D Cruz
before finding solace in the meadow that lies in your eyes,
I found peace in the way silken lavender would melt into an orange & pink sorbet;
but as I lie here now, cradled in the comfort of your arms, I find that I dread sunrise

most find the dark unsettling — shutting themselves off when midnight strikes;
but in the moonlight, is when we shine the brightest — when we thrive, when we are most alive
 Feb 2023 Tulip
newpoetica
on the dotted line, sign the lease;
it's a deal for your inner peace.
where you sell your soul for a sum
in a hope that they tell no one.
you pray that the paper doesn't sell,
the fact that you have a one way ticket to hell.
it's been a few years...
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