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 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Meera
She looks like heaven
And tastes like hell
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He said he’d break me,
I said I didn’t mind.
And I didn’t.
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
simone jewell
we write because we are told
we write because we are cold

so why write poetry?

is it to obey
is it to simply misbehave
is it due today
is it more than what we say

if not
why do you write poetry?

because I can
&
because I am

we are made to feel
we are made to speak
some people are quiet
and others are bleak

words are expressive and alive
but some words are best left to die
anonymous avengers
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Harrison Leland
You cannot take away the storm within me as much as a sailor cannot control the waves of the sea.
I am the storm, I am me.
I want to add more to this and probably will later. For now it's short and sweet
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Han Drew
Sun
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Han Drew
Sun
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
riwa
unmotivated
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
riwa
i am a plastic bag floating upon the waves of an ocean
simply allowing them to carry me wherever i am destined to go
(12.8.18)
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
kiran goswami
"Would you like to be mine ?" He questioned with sincerity.

"I would, but before being yours I'd like to be mine." She answered.
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Ally Ann
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't
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