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It’s eerie in walking through
One only wonders in not knowing what to expect
Fear can play on the mind having that affect
One could become foot for the forest
Trees hide the brightened skies with darkened voices
Sounds of feeding time
The heart beats ever louder
Frightened beyond scare
Continue walking if you dare
Lions, Tigers and snakes oh my
I could be their prey is why
Strange forest in obvious
Yet wandering in being curious
I am loss, and now I am furious
I am alive now, but what about later
Strange forest with all my concerns
I am beginning to think, and it becomes learn
Strange indeed
Nothing to do, but proceed
 Nov 2020 Savannah
lua
speak
 Nov 2020 Savannah
lua
take them
the words i long to speak
that lodge in my throat
these words of mine
take them out
so i can breathe.
 Nov 2020 Savannah
Beckie Davies
Crucify me
You know that you want to

Hang me up
Next to all of my mistakes

While you hammer in those nails
I wonder

Will they crucify you with me?
our crucifixion
 Nov 2020 Savannah
shipwrecked
the further you go away, the less I can breathe
who has this agonizing grip on my heart?
and where can I speak to them, to ask them to let off?
i haven't felt pain this demanding until now
11/11/20 | 10:45am
 Nov 2020 Savannah
Molly
2019
 Nov 2020 Savannah
Molly
In 2019,
I want more.

Want more sunrises
More rolling out of bed with a purpose

More afternoons curled in a love seat

I want a garden
inside me and in my backyard

More friends
More nuzzles from dogs

More oceans

More allowance to make mistakes
After all, you were brave enough to try.

More stillness
More belly laughs
More love letters

More sway in my hips
Cool breeze on my lips

More looking in the mirror to see my smile
not the width of my thighs

More finding shapes in the clouds

More moments that leave me breathless

More life
All the painfully messy beautifully chaotic morsels
dripping from my chin

In 2019,
I want more.
 Nov 2020 Savannah
elaine
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
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