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 Apr 2019 Sofia Delicari
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
When the fire is over
We'll turn on the lights
And run our finger through ashes

We'll gather arround
The last bright ember
Until it too leaves us for the night

We'll save what's not gone
We'll long for what is
And slowly we'll forget the last few thousands days
Stayed there for hundreds of years but couldn't wait a few more days for me to see it before it burns down.
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
 Apr 2019 Sofia Delicari
This pink mass of mist
it glows when we touch
my waking has surrendered
it belongs to you
but the boulder
this crippling weight still sits

misty fog can't fly
can't float
never could
that rocky weight
it finally caught a cloud
and pinned it down

i didn't mean to show you
i never wanted you to see this
this amazingly heavy burden I carry
please don't let it catch your cloud

maybe I too often feel like a burden
only because I have lived as one
and this fear of being what I am
it adds ounces every day

maybe that's what I've been trying to get rid of
not my earthly weight
but the one that caught my cloud
Is that the one I've been trying to starve out?
This probably makes no sense unless you live in my brain
 Apr 2019 Sofia Delicari
I find eyes to be the most beautiful when soaked in tears,
maybe that's why I find some joy in hurting others.
the only thing more messed up about this write is the fact that it's true.
 Apr 2019 Sofia Delicari
If you’re the one that’s so concerned about the world ending
Why are you trying so hard to bring it to it’s knees?
 Apr 2019 Sofia Delicari
Ray Dunn
And as it appears,
I’ve gone and lost my mind and
can’t remember where
I love scrolling through the trending page and seeing the same ten people likong literally every poem on there (guilty)
 Apr 2019 Sofia Delicari
Hidden lakes of emotion
Waiting to be condensed
and run in streams
clinging to a rock face
behind the mind's eye

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