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 Apr 2021 ghost
Caitlyn Fletcher
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
 Apr 2021 ghost
She Writes
Nothing is louder
Than silent tears
And 2 a.m. overthinking
 Apr 2021 ghost
I stand on a cliff
Wanting to jump
But looking down
Into the endless hole
So deep
And full of pain
Remembering the memories I made
Along the way
Ending up
To this point
Of wanting to make the dot
On the last sentence of the story.
 Apr 2021 ghost
 Apr 2021 ghost
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
 Apr 2021 ghost
Waves Hinting
 Apr 2021 ghost
I smooth out the sand, sticking to my ankles
I look up to you, our eyes meet
Green as the sea
Mine as deep as the trees

We know
Forever connected
Forever growing
Forever in motion

The unknown
To stand still on the sand?
To move as the tide?
Do we soar above the mountain peaks?
 Apr 2021 ghost
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Comes in many forms
 Apr 2021 ghost
 Apr 2021 ghost
I used to be so weak
Only strength I had was to lie and weep.
I cried alone, until the noises collectively made a song.
Melodic lullabies as if I were once a baby.
I never was though,
and that's so crazy.
 Apr 2021 ghost
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 Apr 2021 ghost
Rebecca Brenes
I tried to warn you the box was fragile.
But you held it and shook it,
Until it became too much to carry.

Then you dropped it.

And I heard my heart
shatter on the floor.
© 04/18/21 Rebecca Brenes All Rights Reserved
 Apr 2021 ghost
 Apr 2021 ghost
She was like
a sunflower
who looked
for the sun
even on a
rainy day
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