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we are words stitched together to make a skin
while the ink is our blood
our brains?
just a bunch of cameras monitoring whats around us
in such meaningful exaggeration

we are poets
we are alive

@jasminedryer
you're made purely of lies
not looking me in the eyes
bringing back those cloudy skies
bringing out "our" demise
/aɪs/ is the rhyme in the lines. i was going to put "and now-" and "-the weather" but then i realized that you would have to listen to Something New by Taeyeon in order to get what kind of feeling I wanted.

(@shimatsukki) https://hellopoetry.com/shimatsukki/
how odd
we said goodbye
before i could even say
hello
how odd isn't it?

by:jasmine dryer
Her glowing silver hand,
Grasping desperately at

Shreds of brocade silk,
Glittering in the moonlight

Disappearing into the moonlight
i wonder whose hand you envision in your mind...
(@shimatsukki)
it sat on a shelf , gaining dust
She never moved
Not knowing who to trust
All the other kids played with her a lot
They broke down her porcelain skin
Leaving cracks in her
But what was she to do? She was merely a doll
A pretty thing
To look at
To toy with
It didn’t matter if she broke
Because she easy to replace
So the kids played with her
Until a once porcelain beauty
Was a shattered broken
Nothing
Her eyes once glistening
Like raindrops on the leaves
Now dead and dull

Sitting on a shelf , staring at a wall
Mind empty
Nothing else
Just lost in herself
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