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 Aug 2020 nishta
Fry
Fantasy
 Aug 2020 nishta
Fry
That’s all I want
A world manipulated
By the red dye of rose petals
Falling off the last
Flower
I drop where I fall
All tethered and torn
Weathered and worn
As an offering To the dawn
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Sleep deprived Stiff and tired
No longer can I show my pride
Unwashed half dressed
Let me sleep I’m not impressed!
5.am agin this morning Moose wanted a walk! I think she’s torturing me! Sleep deprivation! Bless her! Did make her wait until 6am!!!!
 Jul 2020 nishta
Graff1980
Untitled
 Jul 2020 nishta
Graff1980
There is something so deeply fatiguing,
that it takes any illusion of meaning,
steals the purpose I was using
to keep, keeping on moving,
even when I’ve been sleeping in
even when I’ve been eating enough;

This life just makes me so tired.
 Jul 2020 nishta
moria
A beautiful thing to remember,
Is that what is will become once was,
And what is now once was still is.

Everything must come to an end,
But that doesn’t mean the story is over,
It means you have just found the beginning.

In order to see the true meaning,
You must understand the ending.
And in order to open new doors,
One must become closed.

So while I am surrounded in sorrow,
I shall remember;
What is will become once was,
And what is now once was still is.

And it shall remain forever.
~ I haven't written in forever oops.
 Jul 2020 nishta
mygreatestescape
I would like to
be strong enough
to teach you
love.
 Jul 2020 nishta
erin
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
 Jul 2020 nishta
Jenn
cigarettes
 Jul 2020 nishta
Jenn
I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
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