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sadnspicy0 Jul 6
People are like cherries
Not because they are sweet,
But because they're full of red liquid
and some are rotten inside.
Lxvi Jun 11
I've come to terms
With the worms
Inhabit my skull

I feel blessed
By your test
Though now I'm dull

I love your lips
And your hips
But I cant stand your soul

Will you ignore
Will I score
Or will you move the goal
Winter spring summer fall
I hate anything at all
Spring summer fall winter
Clues, unsubtle hint-her
Summer fall winter spring
Would you wear my ring?
Fall winter spring summer
Sorry I am such a ******.
Betty Apr 10
A blessed wine

Which stains  the richest lips

Plump fruit to kiss

To taste

To sip

In search of love divine
Em MacKenzie Feb 13
Keep moving forward
through all the twists and turns,
and avoid the ghosts that haunt you
until you have the strength and power
to confront them head on.

Life is a maze,
but there will always be a place for you
and you will never be lost.

Keep moving forward,
sometimes backwards
and side to side,
as even Pac Man had a soul mate.
BlackSwanSings Sep 2019
cherries stain lips
as lovers eat
below the moon
Alan S Bailey Aug 2019


Cece Feb 2019
The sunset girls with warm smiles and sweet laughter. With ice cream, diamond earrings, diaries, romance movies under fluffy blankets, strawberry shortcake, lemonade made slightly too sour with a pink paper straw and perfect ice cubes.

The midnight girls with a wild side and messy hair. With perfect eyeliner, surprising laughs, black sketchbooks, late night ramen runs, stolen oversized sweatshirts, black cherries, fluffy socks under polished black combat boots tied in a neat little bow.

The sunrise girls with addicting voices and perfect high ponytails. With slogan t shirts, velvet scrunchies, red lip gloss, chocolate covered bananas, paintbrushes and easels, early morning hikes, coffee with creamer, foam, and probably too much sugar.

The sunshine girls with bright grins and  kind eyes. With light blushes, sweatpants, rainbow sprinkles, nails painted, flower tattoos, peaches and cream, messy bangs, sketchbooks probably covered in stickers and crop tops just short enough to tease, paired with cute bralettes.
Mallory Michaud Dec 2018
Have you ever felt fear
So strong
It made you

You’re running and hear
The heat
Whispering against your neck
Into your cheeks and the tips of your ears
Cherry stained
Cherries, red and fat and sickly sweet
Force themselves up your throat

You’re running in shoes
That aren’t meant for running
Down the sidewalk past the midnight hour
You make a biker stop and stare
He asks you something
But you’re too busy unzipping the air and
Through it
Trail of cherries behind you.

You’re running
Across the street
And you feel your hands fall off
And then come your toes
You lose an arm
And then it’s twin
Your whole torso
And hips
Left on the double yellow line
You’re just a head and legs
Cherries spilling like rubies
From your lips

You’re running
And running
and running
Until you only feel cherry seeds
On your tongue
Only seeds between your teeth
No more cherries
Your legs become red silk ribbon and you pick a tree as tall as heaven to
Collapse under.

You stopped running.
You wring the cherry juice out of your sweater
Lick it off your fingers,
Wipe it out of your eyes.
Your legs grow back into legs
And you collect your
pieces and parts
on the walk back.
Follow the trail of smushed squished cherries

You pick one up
put it in your mouth
Sour as battery acid
You swallow it whole
And go back to your essay
On rhetoric.

-spring sprung a leak, and there’s no stopping her
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