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 Apr 2019 Pope Noir
Chameleon
We were sitting across from each other under a low dusty lampshade in a bar that had the TV on way too loud but it felt quiet with you.
Lately I just can’t believe how lucky I am to be with him. I am finally in love with someone who really loves me too, and I know it because he shows me every day. I have never been this happy
 Apr 2019 Pope Noir
lovely
downpour
 Apr 2019 Pope Noir
lovely
when will it stop?
these teardrops,
the downpour?
the rain beats on my back
as it mixes with my tears.
i can’t make it through the storm alone
so please stay with me.
i don’t want to get wet with rain
and tremble with cold.
it’s just a passing downpour,
i tell myself.
i won’t let it stay like this,
i can’t.
i need to be dry,
i need to be happy.
what happens when i stay in the rain?
i will let it win the war,
and the rain melts me away.
slowly and softly,
so no one notices me gone until it’s too late.
i’ve been struggling with depression for a long time now and there are days when it’s good and days when it’s bad. i think that’s a part of life though and i’m doing my best to get through it. if anyone reading this is struggling like me... it gets better. it doesn’t seem like it now and it seems like it never will but i’m here to say it does.
 Apr 2019 Pope Noir
Star BG
And with sword like pens
we will duel Inside hearts
creatively fencing our way
through a poem.
Un-guard the moments right.
Touché the air is sweet.
I bow...we both win.
Just playing with words
 Apr 2019 Pope Noir
Nadia
Do the bathmat shuffle
To the closet in the hall
It's never very graceful
But try not to fall

No towels on the shelf
Must be in the dryer
Do the bathmat shuffle
But now you’ll do it slyer

Shuffle down the hall
And hope no one's about
Or shimmy like you don’t care
Shake, dance, belt out

Do the bathmat shuffle
You’re nearly almost there
Made it to the dryer
But the towels are elsewhere

Do the bathmat stumble
Your quads are feeling tight
Eureka in the living room
The end is now in sight

Do the towel toga boogie
Time to celebrate
You could put the towels away
But maybe you’ll just wait

NCL April 2019
 Apr 2019 Pope Noir
CursedIndigo
My lips melt together.
While the pen melts with my hand.
 Apr 2019 Pope Noir
Lauren
Relapse
 Apr 2019 Pope Noir
Lauren
By. Lauren

Relapse.
Another.
Another.
And yet another.
The place I'm at.
The place where my world spins.
The place where I can't look at food.
The place where I've lost 20 pounds.
The place where my blood is drawn.
The place where the world can see I am sick.
I am living in relapse
After relapse.
It just seems like an endless pit of sick.
I have been too sick to write.

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