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 Jun 2020 Bella-Lee
Hadrian Veska
Into the kiln
Unbaked clay
Memories know
Words to yet say

Fired and strengthened
Rigid and whole
A vessel of beauty
The ultimate goal

Cool now and rest
Let your form take shape
What you now are
Is no accident of fate
I found the only thing that helped
                          was to just go to sleep.

 Because if I didn't shutdown my mind
    It would surely take control.

All I ever wanted to do was dream,
           thought at least it wasn't real.

   But sleep never came easily to me,
yet it was what kept me alive.
 Jun 2020 Bella-Lee
Sarah Crispin
What is a moth if not a butterfly
who's traded in her grace and colour
for pitter-patter sighs
Inked nights
To sift shy in shadows
And forever thirst for light
Soft Laughs in Dim lit taverns
Almost winked out flames
She's the tattered mistress of stars
forgotten partaker
Of a lesser praise
 Jun 2020 Bella-Lee
Louie Blaise
Broken poetries
Confused soliloquies
Unsent letters
Unexpressed behaviors

Divided heart
Unfinished art
Terrible voices
Worthless pieces

Sleepless nights
Nostalgic bites
Broken dreams
Unexplored whims

And a collection of regrets
That left permanent twinges.
Less time just dreaming
Less time overthinking
Less time rereading
Less time receding
Less time reminiscing
Less time revisiting
Less time missing
More time living
06.09.2020
 Jun 2020 Bella-Lee
efni
emotions
sat heavily on my chest
squeezing my heart
and burning my head

so i piled three pillows
on top of one another
and tried to scream
the emotions out

nothing changed
except that now
my throat hurts and
my pillows are concerned

so i laughed
at my failed attempt
and wrote a poem about it

29.04.20
sometimes you have to laugh at yourself. i feel a bit better
You used to be mine
but worlds did not align
nor did day, nor did time
so with chills down my spine
and hands intertwined
you were stolen into the sky
now the only hands the that bind
are both hands that are mine
 May 2020 Bella-Lee
helia
Look
 May 2020 Bella-Lee
helia
My gaze does not land on your figure
Unwittingly or by chance
It is drawn in, inexplicably
By your arresting presence

It awakens an aching hunger
Deep-seated and desperate
Which consumes me entirely
Until I am slave to it

I yearn for you unabashedly
For your entire being
A fervent desire so profound
For you I would mortally sin

Just look and I'll be at your mercy
One word and I'm on my knees
If anything is certain tonight
It will be me begging "please"
Look at you.
Look at me.
May 1, 2020.
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