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 Apr 2020
Aimée
I drank the ocean,
Down to the very last drop
But I still feel empty

I stand on the sun
Blind and burning
But the shadows inside remain

I watch the stars turn
In the black of the night
And see my heart reflected
 Feb 2020
pluto
and as I stare into
your tired eyes, I wonder,
was I the rose you kept
or the dandelion you hid?
 Feb 2020
Traveler
Is there any buddy out there?

Am I the only one?

Could this be the end?

Is this site said and done?

Shall I post 1 million words and read them to myself

Shall I write 1 million poems and place them on a shelf

Within the womb
With in the mother
Have I yet to discover
Light beyond the darkness
Forcing me to breathe
Is there anybody out there
Or am I all alone
Life is but a dream
We cannot control
........
TT
 Feb 2020
The Poetic Nicole
-- you didn’t see anything yet.

Yeah, he touched my blood with his Threats.
He brought his flood to my rights without regrets.
His tongue is covered by mud and his
malice is full of sweat.
And you have to know that,
He is a lonely bud that you can't love or forget.
 Feb 2020
nsw
It seems so simple and effortless to become a poet
Just write out your emotions and be vibrant with the pain through your words
Simple enough..
Now what about when you're trying to hide your adversities..
While trying to be transparent about your feelings?
Or how about performing in front of large groups of people..
While trying to detain your tears and imprison the pain
Is it still so uncomplicated?

Poetry is a gift..
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