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 Mar 2022 Sophie
Zywa
Clothes in the colour

of my skin, I do not dare --


even on the beach.
Collection "The drama"
I’ve had no time to write any words down
but the stars cry and squirm
beyond noxious smoke as thick as a quilt.
As we run out of space I need you to know
Out of all the flowers I grew
You were my favourite.
 Mar 2022 Sophie
Mitch Prax
Haiku
 Mar 2022 Sophie
Mitch Prax
How fragile must
we be to have our pride hang
on another's words

8:14 PM
25/3/22
 Mar 2022 Sophie
Amy Childers
In my own little world fireflies stay in open jars
Flowers paint on their colors for the next day,
And the moon laughs while it walks away.
The trees speak of ancient scars,
The creek brings up lost trinkets from afar,
And the animals cry for freedom,
But freedom is not free.
 Mar 2022 Sophie
Brooklyn
Music
 Mar 2022 Sophie
Brooklyn
She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that  
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.
 Mar 2022 Sophie
Shane Roller
Dad
 Mar 2022 Sophie
Shane Roller
Dad
Dad, I am going to try and write this
It may be a poem
It may not
But from my heart
I miss you
I remember the last time I kissed you
Your eyes were closed
They opened wide
As I kissed your forehead
In that terrible place
So white and clean
Where people die
But you will never die
Dad
I love you so much
And you will always live on
In my heart
Forever
God, I miss you so much
It's so hard to write through the tears
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