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 Feb 2020 elle jaxsun
Samantha
can they hear her heart?
the way it shatters
as it breaks
 Feb 2020 elle jaxsun
Aimée
Creating long poems is a breeze
It's the short poems that escape me
Because every syllable and every word
Has to touch the heart or you'll never be heard
 Sep 2019 elle jaxsun
Kaya Walia
Fresh eyes
Blue skies

Mud piles and
Long whiles

Hearts as pure as gold
Lives with more to be told

Toes that know no ends
And arms that reach past ten

Cold and bright
Make for a warm awakening
 Sep 2019 elle jaxsun
Rose
They say, all good things must end
forever in your breath
your memory is my only companion
the pain afflicts

I am only your memories.
 Sep 2019 elle jaxsun
Jeff Lewis
Does a tree dream of running?
Does a lake wish to fly?
A boulder in the woods, I think,
thinks slow and mossy thoughts,
for that is who it is.
So why can’t I be me
and dream a dream that’s meant to be?
I was reading elle jaxsun's  "running" when this thought came to me -- what do trees dream?
 Aug 2019 elle jaxsun
leeaaun
Time
 Aug 2019 elle jaxsun
leeaaun
Take time to make
your soul
happy in love.
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