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 Sep 2018 Blake
raphæl
trees
 Sep 2018 Blake
raphæl
swaying with the wind
brown arms sprout where they were cut
leaves fall but they won't
life will always try to heal
from things the roots can't speak of
We think about how sophisticated and "natural" the style of our human homes when we use wood, especially the rare ones we brag about, cut to elegant shapes and forms; but we never thought about how these beings stand as homes to nature's creatures. We never thought they are breathing beings, too.

This makes me ashamed to be human.
 Sep 2018 Blake
Makayla Jane
That moment when you can actually feel the pain in your chest from seeing or hearing something that breaks your heart...
 Sep 2018 Blake
quinn silverman
dark tendrils flirt with her eyes
people pass her ugly
she daydreams of throats split open
you think she’s pretty
smiling to herself

using her ***
to get you excited
it’s better when the blood is flowing
at her dinner table
long fingers confident
pouring a pitiful glass of wine
creeping up your thighs
touching herself,
fantasizing of what you’ll look like

you catch yourself whining
attracted to this fear
teeth biting the broken lip
yes, this is good
scratching at the pretty ankles
searching beneath this gushing blood

loving the smell of it
dripping
blood pools under her french tips
mouth aching in ecstasy
licking her poison lips
she loves the feeling of this
“i could get used to this”
 Sep 2018 Blake
Edmund black
They’ve said
If you write down
your problems
they might disappear ,
Wishful thinking
I tell you.
She writes
no one noticed
She screams
no one heard
She’s drowning
in herself
no one notice
her struggles
she feels like
she doesn’t belong
not a thing going her way
not a **** thing
She’s too full of life
too half live
She’s too full of love
to be half loved
Her heart fighting a raw pain
no one understand
no one even care to notice...
She’s an entire earthquake
confined in her own prison
of her skins
bones as bars
pretty flesh planted feet
waiting for someone to notice
the soil beneath her feet
is breaking...
Pretty face
so perfect in every way
yet no one notice
the sky above her head
is falling
no exit doors
nowhere to run
she can no longer hide
her pieces are falling
into darkness
though the lights are bright
within the dark roads
of a beautiful soul


Can you See her now ?
TIME TO SAVE THE WORLD!
 Sep 2018 Blake
Barker
Untitled
 Sep 2018 Blake
Barker
I want you to know.
That even in this challenging time,
I still love you.
With all my broken, shattered and torn apart heart.
(c)ibarker
 Sep 2018 Blake
Audrey
Poet
 Sep 2018 Blake
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
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