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 Jan 2021 Eleanor
Luna Maria
I N K
 Jan 2021 Eleanor
Luna Maria
tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
 Mar 2019 Eleanor
Sofie
it is only right
if it feels like you're floating;
don't you go falling
 Mar 2019 Eleanor
allison
smothered
 Mar 2019 Eleanor
allison
I politely fold my
‘*******’
into tiny pieces
sharp sentences sliced
for your comfort
until it is only a soft
‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…’
I am small enough to slide
into your pocket or your pants
but never out
of your grasp
March 2, 2019
11:31:56 PM
 Feb 2019 Eleanor
b
Desire
 Feb 2019 Eleanor
b
what do you want?

the money
the fame
the ***?

the name
the brains
and a heavy pay-check?

do you want the lies
the rage
the meaningless objects?

or can you tell
it is a facade
to shame
your intellect?
 Feb 2019 Eleanor
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 Feb 2019 Eleanor
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
 Feb 2019 Eleanor
Yasin
Sometimes
poems
make
me
want
to
write
in
a
crowd
of
only
one
person.
1/30th of a second
Is where i have been
Exploring the limits
Of our fellow man

To experiment with
The twitches and jerks
Go inside minds
To see what works

To see this mush
Tick like a clock
But just like a clock
The mind must stop
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