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  Jul 2017 Shi Em
Traveler
She says
She sees darkness
In my words
A tent of rage
Abandonment, desert
Missing pieces
Of my being
Yet I'm not quite sure
What she's seeing

Perhaps my muse
Is somehow confused
And third eye blind am I
'Cause the things that lurk
Within my darkness
Are whats keeping me alive
....
Traveler Tim
That would be the lovely Cne' (-;
  Jul 2017 Shi Em
Daisy Rae
you're the book he never reads
but he keeps you on his nightstand
anyways.
love hurts
  Jun 2017 Shi Em
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
  Jun 2017 Shi Em
Ryan Holden
I miss you like the
Moon misses the stars during
The revolving day
I love writing Haikus, you can probably tell!
  Jun 2017 Shi Em
Blue
Sat in silence,
A minute passes,
An hour.

Silence overwhelms me,
Like a blanket,
Suffocating me.

Hand shaking,
Ink stains blotting
A once Perfect sheet of paper.

Scarlet dripping on the floor,
As my breathing becomes shallow

Slowly
            Fading
                         Away

Until there's nothing left of me
But the empty shell,
Of what I once was
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