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 Sep 2019 Nikita
Kestrel Blythe
I sometimes wish
The earth was
Flat
So that I could
Walk
Straight to the edge
Then jump off

Would gravity
Pull me back?
Or let me
Float?

If it’s anything like my
Heart
It will not allow
My feet
Ever to leave
The ground
 Sep 2019 Nikita
Poet X
I swear I’m not a love poet but

loving you
makes me scared of dying .

I know what it’s all about now,
I get why the sun rises
and the moon sets.
I understand why the stars shine
and the birds chirp.
I get why the heart beats
and the lungs breathe.

I get it now,
why I’m alive.
loving you is the only thing I feel good at .
 Sep 2019 Nikita
Ava Weiland
dung beetles
are my favorite beetle
because I feel like
giggling
when I see one.
They walked hand in hand under the blackberry sky.
He smiled while she sat reading poems to the harvest moon.
He listened as her words softly touched the deepest part of his soul.
Everytime he looked in her eyes he could see his forever live within them.
She was the missing puzzle piece he searched a lifetime for.
I have been working on this one for a while
#blackberrysky #puzzle #piece
 Sep 2019 Nikita
uselace
smile
 Sep 2019 Nikita
uselace
"I liked your smile better
When you were younger,"
She said
I was tempted to ask why
But we both knew.
It's harder to smile now.
 Aug 2019 Nikita
Elysian Percival
Let it break you
Cut your fingertips
On the shards
Let it change you
Find new edges
And shapes in the glass
Let it remake you
Reflect the damage back
With bloodied mirror fragments
Leave your memory
Deep in their marrow
Haunt the corners of their sight
 Jun 2019 Nikita
Ann
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"Keep your eyes closed, love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do."

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 Jun 2019 Nikita
Ithaca
solitude.
 Jun 2019 Nikita
Ithaca
trapped in a cell, abandoned by light
fed through a tube, once day and night
no one around, to talk to or fight
sanity cowers in the absence of might.

showering cold in a tub soaked in tears,
the silence of torture has deafened his ears,
time is a lie, he’s lost count of the years,
forever imprisoned til the reaper appears.
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