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 Aug 2019 Edith
WiltSov
Underline
 Aug 2019 Edith
WiltSov
Learn of nothing,
bother caution
Enable the abyss-

Earn something,
somber audition
Forward in a midst-

Harbour is a whet allegory
Hell earned is a higher story
Don’t hack your wrists,
slit them gently til worlds spill.
 Aug 2019 Edith
Alice Wilde
Away

Into sticky
Summer night.

The nape of my neck
Tickled by passing breath
Of flower scent.

Laughing with moon mother,
Was I mingling with constellations or
Reflections?

Surely I was dreaming.
 Aug 2019 Edith
Alice Wilde
Sleep
 Aug 2019 Edith
Lorena
Life
 Aug 2019 Edith
Lorena
To live life without living is a tragedy in itself
To go through the motions because you have to is also a tragedy in itself
 Jul 2019 Edith
Ananya Dubey
When it's all over
And the pyre doesn't burn
Don't collect my remnants
Don't put my ashes in an urn

When not just the body
Even the soul goes void
Don't think of me as someone you loved
Think of me as someone you'd rather avoid

Don't douse me in a river
I've never been so strong
Just leave me with the wind
Let it gently carry me along

Let me for once take the reigns
For long I was deprived
Let this end be the beginning
Even death has survived

So when it's all over
Don't dare to turn
But still, do me a favour...
Don't put my ashes in an urn.
 May 2019 Edith
Midnight
victim
 May 2019 Edith
Midnight
the night my life changed
i was wearing
a white dress
with blue and red
flowers

and you were wearing
well, actually
it doesn't
matter

the night my life changed
it was dark
and you were drunk
and somehow
it was my fault
this is not my story, but it needs to be heard.
 May 2019 Edith
Gabriel
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Gold
 May 2019 Edith
the dirty poet
STAN
 May 2019 Edith
the dirty poet
every once in a while
stan asks me to hold his phone
and watch his unit
while he attends a prayer service
in the hospital chapel
it's cool most of the time
but come on stan
do i ask you to hold the phone
while i smoke a bone with satan?
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