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 Aug 18
Susie Clevenger
I once hung clothes
from a line, canned
strawberries, and wished
for paved streets.

Now, I long for gravel
dusted sheets blowing in the wind
beside strawberry fields
concrete can’t reach.
 Aug 18
Flower
And do you know that feeling
When you’re about to cry?

It creeps up your throat
Making that sizzling sound as it goes

And you fight so hard
To push it down
To keep it down
To hide it away?

It’s the same feeling with the words
“I love you”
They burn in your throat
Hurt your eyes
Torture your mind

But you push them down
Because if you spit it out
You’d be pushing him away
 Aug 17
Мaggie
if the reader
falls in love with the character of a book,
their love can be eternal.

he can over and over re-read
each part of his beloved.
he can just stop for a while
and gently touch the mirage.
he can even ****** a piece
and carry it for a lifetime.

but what happens
if the character
falls in love with the reader?
 Aug 17
CantSeeMe
in dutch "trap" means "stairs"
they say
stairs stand for growth

maybe a trap does too
so
what are you going to do?
think about it
 Aug 17
lyla
gut me like an orange.
tear away my skin
till i’m raw and ripe,
ready for you to **** out the juice
swallowing every drop
let me run dry
and make a mess around your mouth
then after chewing me up
and biting me down
spit out my flesh
let me sit
used
discarded
begging to be eaten
 Aug 17
AUSTIN
luck & love is
something that
has never known duality
to me
it’s one or the other boy

i used to think it was
the cosmos,
in a past life i had karmic debt,
i believe now
love & luck is not timing
its alignment
 Aug 17
CantSeeMe
I sit here on the floor
waiting by the door

for night to sleep
then I will speak

about
midnight rain
waiting for its train
about monsters so small
for humans to tame
goodnight
 Aug 14
ebonymarie93
History may repeat itself
But so do my words:
"I'm fine."
A lie I've perfected over time.
The truth?
I've been lost for a while.
 Aug 13
AUSTIN
I feel it pull
on me,
im not meant
for it,
the weight
of love
-i felt this tug on my heart in the middle of the night, that ache to be held by someone, but the wound hurts to much. Sometimes you wonder if you’ll love again
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