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 Mar 2016
alex kennedy
Your body is a language I would like to be fluent in.
 Mar 2016
Molly
IF THIS BODY
WEREN'T MINE
WOULD I STILL
HATE IT?
 Mar 2016
Cat Fiske
I can't look into,
those eyes,

eyes that I've learned will judge you,
eyes, that will make or break you,

no,
please no.

I can't look into those eyes,
*but I look you in the eyes,

and every memory,
or being laughed at is erased,

all I see is your beautiful face,
and maybe the laughing memories comeback,

because all I think is,
I wanna kiss you,

and how much,
your going to laugh at me,

if I did,
eye contact is a hard thing for me.
 Mar 2016
Poetria
The hungry beast.
She left me alone
For a couple of weeks;
She had left me in liberty

She has now set herself free

She's the invisible spider
Crawling all over my body.
She's the magical monster
Climbing inside of me.


I dread the nights,
I put up a fight;
Insomnia likes to cheat

She promises an hour
That hour becomes *eight

The sun leaves me blinded
I'm not ready for today...
Tonight
I've been denied my right
To a peaceful, wonderful sleep.

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Inspired by Olufunke Kolapo's take on insomnia.. and ofcourse, a wide-eyed night.
 Mar 2016
Vanessa Gatley
Your're like a pencil
   You sometimes have a smooth side and then ur sweet your cheeks r red
    while the other side is pointy
     It's dangerous because you can stab someone
    Who is me
   Your skin is yellow too
  I'm the paper you have written on me
    Although the words become scars

— The End —