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 Mar 2021 MB
caroline h
we had laid as one
“i can feel your heartbeat—“
perhaps the rain made me recall it.
 Mar 2021 MB
Mari
New Places.
 Mar 2021 MB
Mari
Your words
shape themselves
into blades and knives
and carve
deep into my heart,
the places I didn't know
existed.
Should I be glad that
I found new places
or
sad that I'm hurt?
 Mar 2021 MB
Cindy
Numb
 Mar 2021 MB
Cindy
TW! substance abuse and self harm

A sharpner
That's all it takes
The only thing
that can take the numbness away
A plain, white pill
A handful if I please
The numbness will return
But in a better way.
 Mar 2021 MB
Ruheen
Indecision
 Mar 2021 MB
Ruheen
I'm being an emotional fool.
A typical teenager, if you will.
What else did you expect?
Do not conflate mortality and morality.
You can die a sinner,
Or you can die a saint,
But we all die just the same.
Thinking about the notion that being "good" can save people. Feeling like it's better to strive to be moral for the sake of being moral and not because there's some promise at the end of the line. Death comes for us all eventually.
 Mar 2021 MB
My Dear Poet
You know you’re truly content with someone
and deeply in love
When you are forever unsatisfied
and just can’t get enough
For your consideration
 Feb 2021 MB
32x
i am damaged
 Feb 2021 MB
32x
i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed
 Feb 2021 MB
Kurt Philip Behm
Drifting into the past,
tomorrow slipped further away

Drifting into the past,
my writing had little to say

Drifting into the past,
the moments became moments no more

Drifting into the past
—being no longer certain or sure

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
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