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 Feb 2020 imara
a m a n d a
(intergalactic medium)

i’m pretty sure
   that the u n i v e r s e
is not what
we think
it is.
 Feb 2020 imara
nevaeh
lemonade
 Feb 2020 imara
nevaeh
he is bitter
and acid on my tongue

with sugar
(sometimes)

ice clinking
on a crystal glass

i want
so badly
to be

but i don't think
i am
relationships are hard
 Feb 2020 imara
MawaLin
Longing
 Feb 2020 imara
MawaLin
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
 Jan 2020 imara
Me
Can I Be Both
 Jan 2020 imara
Me
Can I be both
the center and
the ray

the middle
and the outskirts

and is this longing why
it hurts so much

and why you asked me
to expand?
 Jan 2020 imara
nivek
I kept to my solitude shared with the sea
the blue sky and stars to other worlds
silence is my lover and I love her-
she always welcomes me home.
 Dec 2017 imara
Sara Kellie
It's raining, it's raining.
Her blood, it is draining.
She went to bed, he smashed her head,
for nagging and complaining.

Now he's inside and oh, how he cried.
The lucky ******* should have fried.
Someone told her Mum & Dad,
I have some news, it's really bad.

She's loved to dance since she was five.
She can't do that, she's not alive.
He was a talent, web site creation,
he'll return to that when he gets probation.

Poetry by Kaydee.
Inspired by the news & a story of violence, (in)justice and death.
 Dec 2017 imara
Mims
We all grew into our ears and our teeth
Our opinions and our feet
Our clothes and chubby cheeks
We grew out of our music tastes
And other peoples mouths
Learned what it was like to love and be loved
Learned what hate looks like
What scars on hearts instead of arms looked like
We grew out our colored hair
And washed career dreams like astronaut and superhero
Down the drain
With someone else's sweat
Got used to sleeping in someone else's bed
Burned our memories of them
We grew into our faces
And out of our blind faith
We lead more then we follow
We fall in love with the concept of tomorrow
We learn the ability to bully instead of being bullied
And finally learn to rise above it all
We learned where we come from cannot change
But we can
We learned the city isn't always beautiful
That there are problems and trauma in silence
That sometimes the most peaceful thing you can do is scream until it makes sense to you
"Write, write until you've used every metaphor in your library"
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