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 Apr 2020
michaela
I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.
 Apr 2020
Anonymous Freak
Two nights in a row
I came home to the panicked
Flapping of wings
In the garage.

A bird,
Crying and flying
Circling the garage ceiling,
With the door
Wide
Open.

I picked up a mop
Hanging on the wall,
Brandished it like a saber,
And ran in circles around the car
Trying to convince
The sparrow
That there was
A way of escape.

Panicking,
Crying,
Flying
In circles,
And all you have to do
Is leave.
 Apr 2020
Pluto
Her love turns to poison when it’s kept inside.
 Apr 2020
the blonde poet
You can't always be a light.
Sometimes you need to be a mirror,
And reflect someone else's glow
 Apr 2020
putiira
The thing I am most grateful
for is that when my heart broke,
it broke open.
 Apr 2020
Jeongbeen Lee
A dream is not a noun which stays in our mind.
It is a verb to think and move our hands.
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