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 Feb 2020
Harshitha Girish
"I'm an open book"
I said.

"Written in code"
He said.

"A code given to you when God made you mine"
I said.
A response to @moon child's poem "Ask me Anything".
Women are hard to understand, but they're a beautiful code!
Lol hope you enjoy!
Cheers to moon child who wrote an amazing poem. Loved the words...
 Jan 2020
Lillian May
Be gentle with us.
please.
or not
it's your call
but keep in mind that we as poets
we feel too strong
which is not to say that that is wrong
we don't ease into love, we quickly fall
we love like we're dying
we live like we're small
but in our minds.
in our minds we are flying

we feel everything at once
you wouldn't think it by looking
looking at our normal fronts
a disguise, a charade
but prey don't believe a masquerade
a poet can be but anyone
existing silently
a poet can be but everyone
existing violently
we all make up stories
we're all acting to a degree
so things aren't so different
no not so different you and me

we notice the quirks
we notice the nothings
if you meet a poet then you should believe
you should know that we
we love what we see
and appreciate all forms of beauty
for to us imperfect is lovely
perfect doesn't exist
we have those markings on our wrist
of all the awful places we've been to we kissed
we've kissed the devil when we went
to hell and back again

so now that you have been informed
that a poets heart is easily scorned
knowing we feel deeply
knowing we feel more
more than we really should I've warned
we don't just love a person when we fall
we love their whole world
we love it all
and when we're hurt it is hard to trust
and thus
please.
Be gentle with us.
 Jan 2020
Sarah
"I'm right." says he
Says her, you, my friend and me
"right" stares from afar.
I feel lost amid all the chaos and confusion.
Everyone has an opinion, every opinion seems right in its own way, it also seems wrong.
 Jan 2020
GreenWitch
I keep getting swept up
in someone else's fantasy
Marriage, talents, interests
that don't quite interest me
Like a moth, beautiful on its own
but cannot redesign its mimicry
These new personas bombard
and confuse, they simply need to leave
I'm a puzzle missing pieces
a map without a key
A mimicry octopus
fleeing from the scene
I need distance from it all
so I can go back to being me
 Jan 2020
Pyrrha
He knelt at the side of her bed
Like a throne or alter
His mind full of hope or surrender
Even he didn't know which it was

He held her hand
Told her he couldn't understand
What she was going through
That he didn't know what would happen

But he told her he'd be there
He'd be her comfort and all her courage
She would see him in her dreams
He would never leave

He swore it like a Knightly oath
With his hand over his heart
He told her tomorrow was uncertain
But today would last forever

And so she never died
She lived forever in that moment
Like a Queen with her fervent strength
A Goddess with her humble tears

She lived eternally within his promise
 Dec 2019
furies
You told me
I'd be safe.
You told me
nothing would go wrong.

I believed you.

I'm laying in the grave
you dug from the *****
of your heart, covered in petals
of ignorance-which are not
so blissful anymore.
 Dec 2019
eileen
I've seen sides of you
I wish I could erase

can I tell you
it's hard to love you

I wish I could forget
all the bad things you do

behind closed doors
after everyone is gone

I see everyone take off their mask
I still keep mine on

I'm terrified
I know too much

kings
slowly rot into monsters

queens perfume themselves with
secrets and defeat

their lies are heavy
I watch them fall through the earth
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