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 Sep 2018 Ophélie S
ccd
procrastination
“this toothpaste is way too strong!”
no. I am too weak.

- c.c.d.
I really hate brushing my teeth, that’s literally it
 Sep 2018 Ophélie S
writerReader
Saguaro cactus
why do you ***** me with spikes
It hurts very bad
Spinning in darkness
Battling to gain her senses
Sips down her coffee.

-Zainab Attari
Hey guys, this is my first Haiku and I would love to get some feedback :) Thanks!
 Sep 2018 Ophélie S
Lyn-Purcell
The  
      moon now  
      floods the snow  
       with a silvern    
                                          kiss       ­                               
In                               ­                   
a robe                                                
the shade of                                              
night trimmed with star                                              
jewels                                                

She
sail­s on
death's white mist
bathed in eldritch
                      days                    

                                                              R­uns
                                                             ­   upon
                                                               the open seas
                                                            ­    of flame and ice
                                                             ­  free


Sweet
musky
  rose from fields
    blooms from Milky
Ways
Five simple Lanterns of the fantastical element.
Words are so beautiful!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Iliad book two
never ending list of ships
impressive, Homer
Such a long list of ships and to be able to do it ****** by memory, impressive Homer!
 Sep 2018 Ophélie S
TEnocho
Forest
 Sep 2018 Ophélie S
TEnocho
wildly and freely,
in the spaces between the trees,
in love, our souls dance.

T. Enocho
tonight when I fled from my cage,
I was secluded from my own head because
all it called upon was you. echoing and echoing.

like a mother aches for her lost child
I was
gnawing the skin on my fingertips
rustling the ends of my hair into knots
biting numbingly into my tongue
all so nonchalantly
like a fool.

who is so simply chasing his own tail
in circles and circles and circles and just such endless cycles

until they send themselves to sleep
23:22
there was just this endless river of words that had just been so congested inside of me and I don't know why last night it all came spewing out
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