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 Mar 2019 Realeboga M
Hayleigh
I have spent a lifetime
cutting myself in syllables
and
bleeding in sentences.
 Feb 2019 Realeboga M
Nikita
What do you want?
What do you?
What?

Did you?
Did you ever?
I still cringe when I meet someone with your name

Your name

Like the slowest poison
It never leaves me

Just slowly eats away

Ah your name

How I wish I could eradicate it from my soul
 Dec 2018 Realeboga M
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
 Oct 2018 Realeboga M
Al
Faces
 Oct 2018 Realeboga M
Al
The words lay down their lives, poetry is the temple.  

No faces required, no images desired...

From black and white the colors emerge.
 Oct 2018 Realeboga M
Ineffable
attraction:
a force by which things are pulled towards each other,
for example:
your eyes to pizza
my eyes to you
 Oct 2018 Realeboga M
TJ
Untitled
 Oct 2018 Realeboga M
TJ
All these voices
yet I'm still alone.
idk, i just wrote this during a family gathering
i wanna know
what's between
the earth and the sea
the sun and the moon
what's between heaven and hell?

please tell me
what is between you and me?
I can't explain it to myself
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