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 Jun 2020
Madeysin
Count the stripes on your back, to equal out what your step dad thinks you lack. To make sure you never bleed out from those masses of granulation tissue. Fine lines to define your worth, girl. To feel the flames lick down your back, to wish for death, to only wake up again.

Isiah 53: 3-7 is *******
 Jun 2020
Miranda Renea
Genuinely here, one sees this
Beautiful reality everywhere; and then heals
An acrostic poem in which the first letter of each word spells the title.
 May 2020
Madeysin
Hum drum of hookups, silique symphony. A long line of history, bad timing and misery. One night stands and two night bands traveling along my hip bones. If you play me right you just might get an encore.
 May 2020
Madeysin
Something comforting about how the gears grinds and clicks. Like you’re in control of what happens next.
 May 2020
Madeysin
My servitude to calorie counting. Small bites and bitter ends. Weighed and tried and found guilty of a chocolate demise?
 May 2020
Madeysin
I’ll share the sunshine with you, even if it’s behind a windowpane.
 May 2020
Madeysin
I started writing but I stopped eating
 Mar 2020
Madeysin
If I could be on the brink, I’d be on the edge of you. ******* down from the high, height. Steepened with deepened strokes.
 Mar 2020
Madeysin
Meet me in the middle
Where the threads unwind and whittle
My spine weaves and squiggles
Symphony of sighs
You’re my relief
 Mar 2020
Miranda Renea
Somewhere there is a garden
Of phantom lilies and lilacs;
Swaying between remembrance
And wistful memory. I visit from
time to time -  if only to wonder
If their souls swim free among
Life’s blissful and chilling breeze.
 Mar 2020
Arcassin B
By Arcassin B

When you were younger there were,
times and places we would,
come back to when those nights have passed and gone,
when you were younger there was,
stars and spaces left so,
so unheard of but ah,
your face never left my mind,
And if I ever feel better,
just to better waste some time with you,
and when you gave me your number,
caterpillars hid in their cocoons,
And if I ever meant something,
to you back when we were younger,
can't be based off nothing,
when its all over I'll let you know,
And if I ever feel better,
just to better waste some time with you,
and when you gave me your number,
Butterflies came from cocoons...

When you were younger there were,
friends you'd want me to meet,
disagreeing with it,
I had concerns with this,
When you were younger you were,
full of life just waiting,
for whatever happiness,
you thought was waiting for you but,
If I ever feel better,
just to better waste some time with you,
and when you gave me your number,
caterpillars hid in their cocoons,
And if I ever meant something,
to you back when we were younger,
can't be based off nothing,
when its all over I'll let you know,
And if I ever feel better,
just to better waste some time with you,
and when you gave me your number,
Butterflies came from cocoons.


©abpoetry2020
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2020/03/when-you-were-younger-pt-6.html
 Feb 2020
Madeysin
I thought about swinging from the rafters, shakey knees and creaky floorboards. Shaken mothers and crying kids. A rope to pillow my descent.
 Feb 2020
Madeysin
If I fill myself with worry I’ll be weightless, drift away with glass eyes and a timber temperament. They call it bipolar, I call it drifting north. I’m afraid of heights
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