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 Feb 2019 lins
Astral
I don't think you really like poetry.

Actually,
I don't think you'd like my poetry,

Because even though you wouldn't be able to tell,

My poetry is almost all about you.
even this one
 Feb 2019 lins
kiran goswami
Breathe
 Feb 2019 lins
kiran goswami
I inhale the air
that escapes from your tongue
when you call my name.
 Feb 2019 lins
Samantha Cunha
Seeking
comfort
in the strangest
of places
blurriest
of faces
quickest
of paces
for strangers
feel more like
home than
any love
I've ever
known
 Feb 2019 lins
sage
I want
 Feb 2019 lins
sage
to feel your skin.
I want
to feel your kiss on my neck
on my cheek
on my lips.
 Jan 2019 lins
Bethie
Greatest Fear
 Jan 2019 lins
Bethie
My greatest fear, I've just now found
Is not of snakes or dark
It's not of even ghosts or death
Or of pain that leaves a mark

My greatest fear occurred to me
While I was out with friends
They wanted to go out to eat
But my curfew made that end

They said they might go anyway
For time was fading fast
It stuck me then, just standing there:
My fear, I saw at last

My fear is not of hurt or pain
It's not of lonely sorrow
My fear is getting left behind
While the world goes to tomorrow
 Jan 2019 lins
molly
before you hurt her
please remember the moment
that you knew you were in love.
you couldn't even breathe because the feeling overwhelmed your lungs.
the first kiss, the first touch, you couldn't get enough
even the fighting was alright because at least you were in love.

before you touch that other girl,
remember the one you have
the way she sleeps so peacefully
and the way that she makes you feel less sad.
remember her smile when you make her laugh, and the way her eyes look when she cries. the way she talks about the things she likes, the way that she kisses you goodbye.

before you get in bed with that stranger, remember the way she writes. the way she blows out cigarette smoke. the way she always tried to be nice.
remember the way she looks at you, and even the way she complains. remember the way the seasons changed but the feeling seemed to never fade.

and when you hurt her anyways, say she's not to blame. remember that when you break something it doesn't work the same. remember that loud silence, the way that she couldn't look at you. the way you couldn't breathe, the things you wish you could undo. hold her one last time, say goodbye with a hug. It's when you hurt her that you'll finally remember that you are still in love.
 Jan 2019 lins
Grace E
Her Hands
 Jan 2019 lins
Grace E
Her hands were bohemian.

Guitar string calloused finger tips,

Colorful paints speckled her skin.
Fragrent reds, gypsy yellows and healing greens.

Dense plant soil beneath her nails.

Her hands created,
Her hands cooked,
Her hands served,
And toiled.

Her hands were bohemian.
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