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Zywa May 22
I am beautiful,

for me, and for anyone --


who keeps it secret.
identity beauty
Persephone Aug 2021
Most collected stamps, spoons, rocks, and books
Whimsey little things
But she loved collecting lovers
Sneha shenoy May 2021
Outer world no more makes difference,
Inner world no more responds to pain.
Fiddleface and I close my eyes,
I feel within everything  as cold as ice.

Why can’t I cry anymore ?
Tears just refuse to come.
Tsunami in my heart,
Yet silent like a grave!

My breath louder than a thunder,
Thoughts lost in uncertainty ,
Eyes lost in nothingness,
lost myself for eternity.

Blank noises from within ?
My death?Aye there you come,
Feeling cold? Or rather cold hearted
I’m buried alive !

- Rose 🌹
I killed me # emotions helped
John-Chris Ward Dec 2020
Do not invite yourself into my inter monologue.
That space in-between my rib cage is no longer in use,
No thanks to you.
What else would you expect me to do?
Empathize,
Lick your face and wipe your eyes?
Cry.
Boo-hoo cry if you’d like.
If you wanna fight
We can strap up behind it...
But spare empathy?
I have none to share.
When you cold-cocked those lies betwixt my eyes;
Where was your sympathy then?
A calculated crime you didn’t have to commit,
But ya did.
Now I must search for forgiveness?
Crawling through sand, just to watch you lie in it.
The least you can do is apologize,
Because I’ve grown accustomed to your lies.
Never once pegged you as the murdering kind,
But murderers rarely look like murderers
Upon first sight.
Just like a thief in the night
You robbed me
...my hope, my peace;
my everything.
Confession #4
Home is where the heart sings, not where it whispers.

:):):)
John-Chris Ward Dec 2020
When will you feel the need to apologize without filling the need to be forgiven?
I have decided, that just like trust, there is no need for peace.
What use is that for me?
What good are flowers to a dead man’s grave,
But a gentle reminder that, yet and still, he simply cannot breathe.
Are we truly living or just waiting to grieve?
Confession #2
I am totally at peace with letting people go, because the truth of the matter is; you deserved the right to let go of anything not contributing to your growth.
John-Chris Ward Dec 2020
I cut my hair because you loved it, and I hated everything that reminded me of you.
Confession #1
Terra Levez Nov 2020
He'll pour the sweetest honey words
And you'll willingly take every sticky drop
Not knowing that he'll take you when the amber hardens
And add you to his collection
i dont know why i still reread every one of your poems
Norman Crane Oct 2020
If I grew wings
would you stab them
with pins
and add me
to your collection?

If I grew fins
would your interest
in me
culminate in a classroom
dissection?

If I grew muscle
would a vivisection
suffice
or would you first crush my strength
within an iron vise?
Inspired by Sandra Wyllie's poem If I Grew Wings ( https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4059625/if-i-grew-wings/ ), whose title and idea I shamelessly stole because I thought it was interesting how two minds could take those starting points and go in completely different directions!
Nat Lipstadt Sep 2020
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2427648/the-patti-smith-poems-the-alchemy-of-his-prescriptions/


https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2346726/how-i-honor-you-notes-from-a-conversation-with-patti-smith/

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2351121/honor-you-stumble-where-gods-get-lost/
Nat Lipstadt Aug 2020
The Joni (Mitchell) Collection


https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1692219/a-case-of-you-joni-first-datelast-date/


https://hellopoetry.com/poem/957041/write-like-joni/


https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2185836/still-be-on-my-feat-for-joni/
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