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 Jun 2019 Maddie
liv
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 Jun 2019 Maddie
liv
in the end of the day, we’re all looking for someone to come home to.
 Jun 2019 Maddie
Amena
Force
 Jun 2019 Maddie
Amena
You can force many things
With power
Such as accepting what cannot be accepted
But you can’t force love
With power
You can’t force someone to fall in
With a song
Or a poem that has been written
By someone who has been in love
You can’t force someone
To admire a work of art
Or to push them to understand
The meaning behind a book
You can’t force someone
With power
When its
About
Love
Because love cannot be reached by power
 Jun 2019 Maddie
Tegan
All love has an expiry date,
Maybe it's better you chucked it out before it rotted.
 Jun 2019 Maddie
Asuzx
A & B
 Jun 2019 Maddie
Asuzx
A: "I'm still happy as I've always been
Still reaching further than my dream
You’re nowhere to be found, yet still unfair
But I am happy; and my life will rest."

B: "I’m still crying myself to sleep
Still too afraid to take the leap
You see me, yet you still don’t care
But I am crying; and my life is dead."

Do you think there is a difference
between A and B?
Guess what
 Jun 2019 Maddie
M H John
a father is suppose to be a child’s first
hero
protector
guider
and mentor
however for me my father was my first
tormentor
narcissist
and the monster that hid under my bed
with a bottle to keep him company
happy father’s day to all the people who have  a dad like this, they have only made us stronger
 Jun 2019 Maddie
laura
blackberries
 Jun 2019 Maddie
laura
got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves
o this is so sad, alexa play despacito

Daily #3 baybeeeeee how tf does this website work
 Jun 2019 Maddie
Ann
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"Keep your eyes closed, love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do."

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 Jun 2019 Maddie
Tyler
Your voice is liquid
Seeping through the cracks of broken bones
Circling cold skin
Reawakening the goosebumps that used to frame my back
That used to frame me
Your voice is desire
Desire of lust
Lust of longing
Longing of former times
Former times filled with liquid
Liquid that runs down my spine and explodes
I’m a million pieces
But a million pieces intertwined with your laugh
A million more filled with your breath
A million, endlessly, in the presence of your heat
You are a fire in the pit of my stomach
Warm, stinging, igniting thick blood
Igniting the coal in my lungs
Igniting what’s left of a frozen fire
Igniting black pupils
Igniting us
And finally, me.
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