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 Feb 1 AIA
Sophia
Think about it this way, love.
I know you hurt bad
and I know they broke your heart.
So. Many. Times.
But think about it this way,
they were just standing in your way.
Because one day, my love,
you will find the other half
of your broken heart
and they knew that they
would never be able to be fit.
 Jan 24 AIA
mac
Self love
 Jan 24 AIA
mac
It's quite mad,
Falling in
Love,
We purposely
Let things get out
Of control.
We purposely surrender
And open our
Heart for this person.
See, this is torture,
Subjecting yourself to
All the pain that
Comes with them,
But does all that matter
If you're in love?
 Jan 21 AIA
Wynter Simion
No one gets that I am lonely,
and stuck in my own despair.
All they do is forget that you're a person
and not a thing.
 Dec 2018 AIA
Dave Legalisa
whiskey
 Dec 2018 AIA
Dave Legalisa
you made
my lips
taste not
like cherry
but whiskey
i'm drunk since you left
 Dec 2018 AIA
Ally Ann
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of ****
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't
 Dec 2018 AIA
Midnight Rain
Scarlet
 Dec 2018 AIA
Midnight Rain
last night i dreamt
a bullet escaped from your lips and
seared its head into
the crook of my neck
and i stood there in scarlet,
my last thought before i woke
painted my veins with life,


      “i will survive this.
                i will survive you.”

even in my dreams you are the death of me
 May 2018 AIA
Jasleen kalra
And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.
I'm not good enough I can't do this I have no talent They won't care
  a                                                           ­                                                   I       
m                                    I'm locked inside a cage                                 m 
a                                         that I built myself                                        p   f                                         But I can't get out                                         a  
a                                             I can't escape                                             t
i                                         from my own mind                                      h
l                                                              ­                                                    e
u                                                 Help me                                                 t
r                                                I'm trapped                                             i
e          ­                                                                                                       c
I would never make the diference I'm dumb I can't write I'm done
-Im suffocating here
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