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 Apr 2019 Anastasiia
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
 Apr 2019 Anastasiia
Thomas Wan
If earth were a prison,
Some of us are misbehaving angels;
Others:
Demons on parole.
 Apr 2019 Anastasiia
JaxSpade
Poetry is..
My battered heart
And broken brain

My soul on a stick burning pain

Poetry is..
My tears ink
My blood flow
My lungs breath

Everything my eyes see

Poetry is.. all

It's all of me

In every angle
In every thing

Poetry is..
The song I sing

The notes I read
The cuts I bleed
Its the love I please

Poetry is..
The world

             I live
          To be
I don’t want to be your
sunshine
I want to be your
moonlight
I don’t want to spit morning in your face
and remind you that it’s time to go to work
I want to be that spirit
that lets you know that it’s time to relax
I don’t want to burn your eyes or your skin
I never want to be capable of hurting you
I want to illuminate your soul
I may be under appreciated
eclipsed in the shadows
but I accept that
because I know that I’ll always be that small
light
guiding you in all of the
darkness.

- Moonlight
 Apr 2019 Anastasiia
Thomas Wan
Love
 Apr 2019 Anastasiia
Thomas Wan
Love is like taxis
They're everywhere when you don't need it
But nowhere to be found when you do
 Apr 2019 Anastasiia
Alicia
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Want to know a secret?
I’ll give you a clue.

The grass is green,
My cheeks are pink,
I’ve spent weeks of my life,
Spilling this ink.

This cat is grey
And the sun is yellow,
The thirty poems I wrote about you
Are not all too mellow.

Violets are blue
And roses are red,
When you left me
I wished I was dead.
day fourteen of escapril - make it rhyme
 Apr 2019 Anastasiia
Pyrrha
Your actions and words can be manipulated by others
Your body can be told to do things you'd never wish it to
Souls can be corrupted and minds can be harshly invaded
Memories can be twisted and forgotten, faded and changed
Even our emotions can be controlled by another living being

The only thing in the world you truly own is the truth
 Apr 2019 Anastasiia
Lama
yours
 Apr 2019 Anastasiia
Lama
‪my heart lacks love, my sky lacks stars‬
come here, fill my dark voids
and throw me between your bars
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