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  Jan 2017 hazael-fae
Savannah Charlish
Most humans drink coffee and wine
They consume television and mainstream novels
They feed their souls with popularity contests and safe relationships

But poets
We could not survive without passion, intensity, and meaning
Everything we feel is felt to the depths of our souls
We are the ones to put into words the unspeakable pain of heartbreak
The incomprehensible joy of falling in love
We are the ones brave enough to say out loud the diaries of a thousand souls

Us poets
We drink tea and whiskey
Maybe these blues will never get shook,
maybe this darkness will loom
wherever I look.

Maybe it'll shroud my every step,
maybe it will always be in my core,
my every depth.

But maybe I'll keep up straight,
maybe this time I won't drown.

or
maybe,
it will
push
me
down.
  Jan 2017 hazael-fae
Styles
For seconds at a time
Our reality, is eternity
and our moments entwine
  Jan 2017 hazael-fae
Styles
The ***
Fresh with action
Your flesh
flush with passion
Our bodies
Hot off of reaction
In need
Seeking satisfaction
Reaching for the skies
Our bodies
Climaxing
Started from a text
From that I felt your vibe
The way you touched me
Made me want you
Not just part of you
But yours truly
Wear your body like my jewelry
on all of me
You and me in harmony for
forever plus eternity
I’m feeling you
You feeling
me
hazael-fae Jan 2017
My head went quiet
all the feelings that I have ever felt were ******* in a knot
and all I had to do was untie it.
gripping on thread by thread
as the tension built up
so did the thoughts in my head
hazael-fae Jan 2017
Open up your eyes we're all disguised, we're hypnotized. We have overdosed with these pointless posts just to see how much we can boast. We're all trapped liquid inside a bottle that is wrapped with a title named "social media" We're all to blame, cause all we dig for is fame. Acceptance is where we find our bliss, but is all of this worth being blind
  Jan 2017 hazael-fae
Katelyn Rew
Starry nights shout your name,
voices screaming out in vain,
is that you under the silver moon?
ghosts of you are gone too soon.
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