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 Jul 2023 Olivia
badtaste
one little spider fell on my leg
I smacked him off then I said
"Did you nibble?
Did you bite?"
he said no
just kissed you goodnight
:)
I made this poem for my little cousin
 Dec 2021 Olivia
Thomas W Case
It's the continual
opening of the
eyes that disappoints,
not that sleep brings peace,
but it's the momentary
reprieve from life's
clenched fist, and
it's ruthless apathy.

Life is a toss of
the coin,
a roll of the dice.
Often, it's snake eyes.
As a kid, I always
thought that everything
would be alright.
Now I see the
randomness of
it all.

I'm always trying to
get back to Eden.
Sometimes, the
dreamer in me
forgets the futility.
The banishment is
forever.
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 Nov 2021 Olivia
Ciel Noir
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 Nov 2021 Olivia
Ciel Noir
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hope

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a candle in the window

I reach out my hand

I can feel that fire
from where
I stand

out here in the cold
she sits on the floor
crosslegged
trying to calm
her mind
as she cannot decide
whether she really
is a poet
or just imagining
to be a poet
 Apr 2021 Olivia
Grace E
Braille
 Apr 2021 Olivia
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 Apr 2021 Olivia
Tanya
Night Therapy
 Apr 2021 Olivia
Tanya


Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.



Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
 Apr 2021 Olivia
Flor
"Can I kiss you?"
I blinked, surprised by your question
"Yes. Yes of course"
And as you put your lips on mine,
It feels like the first time all over again
 Apr 2021 Olivia
Daisy Ashcroft
The number of worlds that exist
Just inside my mind
Is enough for someone to insist
That there is a mistake in my design.

They stir and they shake,
Yet nothing can compare
To when you smile for my sake
Or run a hand through your hair.

When I'm with you I feel
As if I'm in the imaginary;
I forget that it's real,
Not crafted by the words in me.

It's only when I think back,
When I am trying to sleep,
That I remember it's not mind crack;
That I might be in too deep.
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