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 Aug 2020 Saumya
JK Cabresos
i am
a pen

afraid
of loving

like how
the ink

kisses
the blank
paper

but dies
and
leave me

for
my words
to live

in poetry
Copyright ©️ 2020
 Aug 2020 Saumya
JK Cabresos
the end
 Aug 2020 Saumya
JK Cabresos
cut the strings attached,
burn bridges between us,
paths never will cross again,
hide the tears and pain—

this my love,
the end we might—
to our love story,
i refuse to write
Copyright ©️ 2020
 Aug 2020 Saumya
JK Cabresos
love is sweet,
love can ****

love is poisonous,
love can heal

love is
dangerously
astounding

love can
make you
in sane
or insane
Copyright ©️ 2020
 Aug 2020 Saumya
JK Cabresos
breast
 Aug 2020 Saumya
JK Cabresos
your breast—
a mountain so high,
i'd drink my saliva
to quench my thirst
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 Aug 2020 Saumya
Khyati
I have forgotten how
real happiness tasted like.
I no longer remember
the last time when I wore an actual smile.

Now, I hardly believe in the
"happy v/s the sad" days
For now, its
"worse v/s the worst" days..
 Aug 2020 Saumya
Khyati
There's so much to say
Yet so less to speak
Hundreds of things to scribble about
Yet not a drop of ink blotting the white sheets.

The scars of her soul, the pain in her teary eyes
So much to express, honey
Yet she hides it all
Behind that charismatic smile!
 Aug 2020 Saumya
Khyati
What if?
 Aug 2020 Saumya
Khyati
Have you ever choked, while crying?
Well, I have, everyone has........ maybe
But what if it isn't the tears
choking you down to death
What if its actually your soul
resisting anymore hurting
Or, what if its actually the fear
The fear of vulnerability
The fear of ending up helpless
Yeah! that's my and maybe everyone's mightiest fear
But what if it's certain
that we all have to go through the worst times
And what if it's certain too
that we'll get better, one day
But what if it's not
What if nothing is certain
And you may have to go through the worst
before that "better" actually comes.

What if everything is just an illusion
and you are the illusionist
Illusionist of your own fears and what ifs
.
Well just some intense writing up there...Think about it, as in, feel those words.
 Aug 2020 Saumya
Kelly Mistry
As I approach the edge
Of awareness
Danger flashes!
A veil of flame
You risk burning fingers here

Pain
Confusion
Shame
Guilt
Crushed by the weight of the past

Once invisible worlds that shimmer
Just out of focus
Beyond the veil

What draws me near?
Why do I risk burning?

I have not always felt the lie so clearly
But as I learn and explore my world
The shallowness of my existence has been plumbed
Found wanting

It doesn’t match the world that others see

To see their worlds
I must
Walk through the fiery veil
        To connect
        To love
        To fit the pieces of their worlds and mine together

Now I pity those I was once like
Trapped in their small worlds
Blinded eyes
Plugged ears
Wrapped in cotton

They don’t know what they don’t know
But a part of me knew
A part of them knows
And mourns

For the world that waits for them
Beyond the veil
Thinking about how I, as a white person, have benefited from doing anti-racist work; a big thing is relieving the cognitive dissonance that comes from your perspective of the world being frequently in conflict with non-white people, especially distressing and confusing when its in conflict with friends and family
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