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 Nov 2020 Amelia
Midnight Rain
erase my face
erase my name, call me
nameless
and then send me to the wind,
throw me out to sea;
erase these hands and
              leave them soulless;
my whole life escaped in
trying to disappear
             ––what an ache,
what a waste, what a regret,
I should've just lived instead.

 Nov 2020 Amelia
Blake
Oppeculiar
 Nov 2020 Amelia
Blake
The peculiar are the ones,
You'd find swimming in the sun,
Batheing on the floor of the bluest waters,
And playing catch with the stars,
Until they've become one.
 Nov 2020 Amelia
Blake
Dont press
 Nov 2020 Amelia
Blake
I begged for your love,
It came and then to a count of ten,
I wished for it to gone again,
For I begged for a knowing heart,
But all knowing was much... too much,
I said to 'see the out is enough,
But to see the In,
was much too sharp'

See the irises of my eyes,
Listen to my woeful sighs,
Notice all my conformities,
Dont press on my deformities,
See all my mother would,
But dont travel too far,
I'll cut the rope before it becomes charred,
No one likes a burnt smell,
My kettle's brewing and the bell is felt.
 Jun 2020 Amelia
jules
injustice.
 Jun 2020 Amelia
jules
open your eyes
we're living in 
a colonized culture
built upon 
oppression and lies

coincidence
no
this is
injustice faced
due to someone’s race
read it backwards.
 Feb 2020 Amelia
Mackenzie
Poetry
 Feb 2020 Amelia
Mackenzie
I wrote fantasies and I wrote about sleep
I wrote about demons and
how they danced around a fire in my dreams
I wrote about skeletons in my closet that suffocated me
I wrote about monsters that I rolled around with
In my sheets and when “I love you”
Used to sound sweet
I wrote until my brain stopped flooding and my fingertips began to bleed

Poetry
       i wrote until it
              Finally
          Became easier to
Breathe
m.d
 Aug 2019 Amelia
Blake
Slow rot.
 Aug 2019 Amelia
Blake
If you keep shooting a man in the leg,
he'll eventually beg for the heart.
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