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 Mar 2019 Aspen
adriana
It just rained
Bullets
Puddles in the streets
Blood
Water falls down
Tears
 Mar 2019 Aspen
Ally Gottesman
Star.
 Mar 2019 Aspen
Ally Gottesman
When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Under a spotlight where everyone knew my name...
I was five.

Now, I want shadows and to be as far away as possible.
Hidden and far from consequence,
And even further from myself.
Where my name is not a name,
But just another word without any true meaning.

When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Now, I want to disappear.

I should have jumped overboard when I had the chance.
I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.
When did those dreams turned into nightmares? When did I stop believing in the magic of dreams?
 Mar 2019 Aspen
matthew
coming out
 Mar 2019 Aspen
matthew
unspoken words,
years of silence

it is time
to spread my wings

to embrace;

i am transgender
 Mar 2019 Aspen
Mateah
What if....
 Mar 2019 Aspen
Mateah
What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?
 Mar 2019 Aspen
Druzzayne Rika
Sometimes,
meaningless things are more meaningful in life.
and some meaningful things don't hold much meaning for you.
 Mar 2019 Aspen
Bee
personal hell
 Mar 2019 Aspen
Bee
hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.
if the ocean would carry me
it'll collapse under the weight of my bones
made with cement and steel
and the burden each brick owns

witness the waves howler and scream
just like the heart caged in my chest
blood bubbling around the muscle
surging with every beat and protest

the bottom of the sea may be quiet
like my tongue folded neatly in my mouth
though feral beasts deep within
choke with pressure more than i can count

the ocean and i are seperate
both flowers from different gardens
one ephemeral, one wilting before your eyes
but both's head tilting up to the heavens

sorrowful eyes, swirling, storm awakening
chaos mingling betwixt water and blood
ravid souls in dire need of feeding
cursed and blessed by god

i wonder if i could carry the ocean
within just the corners of my palm
i and the ocean - we are one
a catastrophe after the calm
i love the ocean. it makes you feel a lot of things.
 Mar 2019 Aspen
Druzzayne Rika
No one is willing to listen
and so I write
...
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