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Nikita Sep 2020
To write of love
Is to be naked
To be seen

To be open
And vulnerable
It is terrifying
starry night Sep 2020
My eyes are closed
But my ears listen

My mouth shut
But my mind goin' round about

Heart choose to rest and let it go
But my head wouldn't and keep it go

Must i go on and hanging on

Or give in to the dark
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Celestial Sep 2020
Is it a distance?
Can all of this be just a way to move forward.
It seems to be just one place, one circumstance.
Will take my life through to a goal?
How many accomplishments can I get out of myself.
Will there be moment I can live through and know that was what my meaning was?
To the reader, doubt will not be the answer.
My cookies have not been good lately.
maria Aug 2020
my day
a museum
of disappointments
and I'm
the biggest tragedy
in the shelves
lately struggling with insecurities in a wolrd full of disappointments

Yours, marie
written on August 29, 2020
© ,Maria
Terra Levez Aug 2020
18 Drafts
One receiver's address
I sigh and delete all of them
It's too late for anyone to be receiving it
Julia Shalom Aug 2020
I am in a room.
So many people
They just can't seem to stop talking,
laughing,
joking,
having a good time.

Can't they see it is futile?
Can't they see I am in pain?
Can't they see I need quiet?

No, they can't.
But maybe that is because I can't either.
Maybe I don't know myself so no one knows me.

I don't want to be seen.
I want to disappear.
To be a mystery.

But I can't stop their eyes.
I can't change who I am.
But I can change how I see myself.

So I will.
I will see myself,
Not through my eyes.
But through His eyes.
Kashish Lahrani Aug 2020
Every time I felt insecure about us
Every time you stayed away for nights and days
Made me wonder if you still loved me
And you never failed to prove that you do and you always will, in all ways.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Autumn curls whipped by wind
Her light faint and stained by shame
Tears run down rose cheeks


New day, new haiku!
And here is the last of the Seven Sisters! ^^
This haiku is for Merope. She is known as the lost Pleiad.
There are many variations of her myth but the one I am aware of is that out of her sisters, she was the only one to have had lusted and had was intimate with a mortal. Hence why her light is 'faint and stained by shame' compared to her sisters. So I was hoping to capture her insecurity in this haiku.
Let me know what you think!
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Mosh Microbiomes Jul 2020
Blue and black
She’s like a wallflower
Reflecting your shiniest self
Without any power

Pink and red
She’ll always be there
Just look up, up, up
But we don’t really care

Orange and purple
She absorbs every cigarette smoke
Does she know, she’s enough?
Standing tall, just for us folks  

Yellow and grey
She feels insecure today
Lightening strikes
And she smiles again tomorrow
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