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 Mar 2016 Flor Boetsch
Meg
i'm sorry
i don't talk much.
it's hard
to think
with all this
chaos
in my head.
quiet people
have the loudest minds
and it's
loud enough
in here.
Reference to Stephen King
 Mar 2016 Flor Boetsch
Melissa S
Even though it has been ages
since we've talked
I know I got to you
I seeped under your skin
And I still reside there
Quietly waiting...
For you to feel that itch again
If you would just scratch
You could still feel me
Wow such a surprise~ Thanks HP for the daily selection honor and Thank you fellow poets for all the nice comments. I truly appreciate them all!!
I think about you. A lot. When I think about you, I find myself writing; writing about you. The things we've done together. The things I imagine we could do together. Even some of my dreams about you. And as I was thinking and writing about you. I realized that you are my muse. You are the one who inspires my thoughts, my dreams, writing, and my one wish [you]. You inspire me with everything you do. My Muse.
 Mar 2016 Flor Boetsch
Katelynn
i like to write in metaphors
but you're the one
i can't grasp
i just can't seem to find anything good enough to compare to you
my words fail me
and it occurs to me that all that is left
are my emotions swimming inside
She dances,
Alone.
In such grace and poise
Positioned in between the tallest buildings
And she poses
For the camera
The bright flashes

Or on stage
In the spotlight
Twirling and twisting
Not a hair out of place
Not a step out of line
Not a breath unplanned

Trained to be accurate
Self destructing, but so well collected
The most beautiful dancer the world has ever seen.
 Feb 2016 Flor Boetsch
Meg
for we,
the broken,
it is a gift
to share our laughter,
but, love,
it is a much greater gift
to share our tears,
to expose our sadness,
to make vulnerable
the darkest
the dustiest
corners of our minds,
the places where
we sit
and think
and stay
silent
alone
the places that
are our homes
loudest cry for help
screamed for you to notice me
nothing, still in love
 Dec 2015 Flor Boetsch
Alex Rubio
I've become so sick
Of being walked on.
I was once told vulnerability
Isn't weakness.
But now I'm trying to figure out
Why am I so weak?
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