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 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Kirsten Claire
I carve words into the palm of my hand
And sometimes the blood
Seeps enough onto the page
To form a poem
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Riley Cartwright
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T
Th
The
The m
The mu
The mus
The musi
The music
The music i
The music in
The music in m
The music in my
The music in my h
The music in my he
The music in my he
The music in my hea
The music in my head
The music in my hea
The music in my he
The music in my h
The music in my
The music in m
The music in
The music i
The music
The musi
The mus
The mu
The m
The
Th
T
H
Ha
Has
Has b
Has be
Has bee
Has been
Has been o
Has been on
Has been on r
Has been on re
Has been on rep
Has been on repe
Has been on repea
Has been on repeat
Has been on repea
Has been on repe
Has been on rep
Has been on re
Has been on r
Has been on
Has been o
Has been
Has bee
Has be
Has b
Has
Ha
H
T
Tu
Tur
Turn
Turne
Turned
Turned a
Turned al
Turned all
Turned all t
Turned all th
Turned all the
Turned all the w
Turned all the wa
Turned all the way
Turned all the way u
Turned all the way up
Turned all the way u
Turned all the way
Turned all the wa
Turned all the w
Turned all the
Turned all th
Turned all t
Turned all
Turned al
Turned a
Turned
Turne
Turn
Tur
Tu
T
F
Fo
For
For q
For qu
For qui
For quit
For quite
For quite s
For quite so
For quite som
For quite some
For quite some t
For quite some ti
For quite some tim
For quite some time
For quite some tim
For quite some ti
For quite some t
For quite some
For quite som
For quite so
For quite s
For quite
For quit
For qui
For qu
For q
For
Fo
F
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Sadly, I've forgotten the melody
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Theshygirl
Untitled
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Theshygirl
Giving up isn’t as hard as you’d think
Because I’ve given up thinking as well.
Dry
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Elke Boon
Broken
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Elke Boon
For him the worst thing that was broken was his bottle of whiskey,
for her it was her heart.
My first poem :) I hope you like it!
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
KOS
INK
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
KOS
INK
I wrote to her with my heart
The ink so vibrant
That words refused
To be prisoned to a paper
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Vanessa
Moon
 Dec 2018 Shi Em
Vanessa
Tell me stories of the man
Who loved the moon so much
He bared his soul to her every night
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