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 Aug 2021 ghost girl
Mitch Prax
You have the only
hand that does not feel foreign
between my fingers

3:40 PM
7/8/21
 Aug 2021 ghost girl
Stephanie
I'm not even crying.


That **** is dangerous.
 Jul 2021 ghost girl
Nai
Me
 Jul 2021 ghost girl
Nai
Me
I don’t want to
Open my mouth
Because I’m still afraid
The truth might come out
And if it does
If it really breaks free
You’ll see what I am
You’ll see the true me
The one I hide
With jokes and lies
I’m a terrible person
All jokes aside
You don’t seem to know it
You don’t seem to see
Even a glimpse of that person
That I know to be me
I’m such a good actress
I hide it so well
Cover it with a laugh
And you’ll never tell
You see depth in my eyes
You see love and emotion
But what would you see
If I ever did open
I can’t bear to find out
I can’t bear to show
The me you don’t see
The me that I know
If I let it out
If I let it be
I know for a fact
That you would hate me.
 Jun 2021 ghost girl
Rupert Pip
In truth,
I'd love to believe
that he's gone to
a better place,

but
I'm not sure I
believe there's a
better place than here

with us.
A friend of mine came to me for a chat as he lost someone dear to him. I'd have loved to believe that his friend had gone somewhere special, but they were so close that I think that the best place he could of gone was round for a cup of coffee or three.
 Jun 2021 ghost girl
Eloisa
And she took some tiny steps
to love herself.
Slowly whirling toward the rainbow,
a light guide to her greatest love.
With colors like no other.
Enjoying her journey,
a wildflower embracing herself.
Growing wherever she chooses,
in the stillness of the stars and the rhythm of the breeze.
Wind and pain,
sunshine and rain,
A velvety night,
a meadow in the sky.
And she took some more steps
to love herself.
She doesn’t have a name,
she’s a wildflower dancing free.
 Jun 2021 ghost girl
Raven Feels
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, when love is like a dream---we live not exist:>


love

when a skirting golden light sinks the morning room
when a chocolate's mist takes away the gloom
when a song blasts the ear you make a scream
when a coffee's first sip lightens the mind with steam
when a sea races the waves alone dived
when a rainbow kisses a mere the rain skied

when a heart makes a dance
when a landscape stills the stance
when a painted hand dirties the whites
when a moon never fails to shine in sight
when a run feels like the embrace of the winds mint
when a line flows a ray of a poem in every tint
and we live not exist


                                                                             ------ravenfeels
 Jun 2021 ghost girl
Alaina Moore
I like to frolic in fields
Laced with landmines.

I like to take bubble baths
With curling irons, plugged in.  

I like to walk alleys
Naked at night.

I like to fast.
Indefinitely.

I like look in the mirror
And see someone else.

I like to think about these things
As if they were true.
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