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Andrew Oct 2021
Couple together,
walking in the rain - pretty;
I walk with myself
growingpains Sep 2021
I lost myself
In between the months of May and August,
As people sped up to undress, to feel the breeze of the warm wind
As I doubled my layers and was ashamed of my own skin
I lost myself
I let my existence chip away like overdue nail polish
I let you destroy my personhood piece by piece,
I was an extension of you that had to be polished
I let your words dig through what I thought was tough skin and unravel tears
I lost myself
I forgot to smile, I forgot to let people know I was fine
I forgot to lie,
I forgot to lie
I lost myself
My existence was merely a performance
But maybe I was suddenly gaining consciousness
Maybe in the months of the harsh summer
Where every night, crying preceded slumber
Maybe I was shedding the version of me that you had created
Maybe I was shedding the extension of you that you had obligated
She could no longer be, her time was up
She had filled you with all that was in her cup
Maybe I was going through metamorphosis
Maybe the aching was her death but my genesis
I just remembered I had an account here. I might be more active, it was a rough summer.

Much love, N.
Rainswood Sep 2021
On Hands and knees
Three tears fall onto the mat below me
drip drip drop
Emotions Escape
from the cage I have built
around myself

Realizations revelations

Release the Deep sadness of the truth

Oh, How perfectly aligned I am
When I am Alone
On yoga and keeping my issues in my tissues
Zoe Mae Aug 2021
She'll spend her last breath
Doing laps around the sun
Until they are one
Zoe Mae Aug 2021
Zeus demands some soup
But the Big Dipper's broken
Seems some stars escaped
Zoe Mae Aug 2021
The sky's blinding us
Only her eye offers sight
But for now it's shut
Zoe Mae Aug 2021
The sun takes her place
Nature's actors prep their lines
Songs ring out showtime
Since I ******* up my original morning haiku, had to write another.
Zoe Mae Aug 2021
The sun's a pothead
She puffs on her pipe all day
Fishbowling the Earth
Zoe Mae Aug 2021
Stars are always there
Some nights we get a free show
Make sure you look up
Mel Aug 2021
I strongly dislike the way I talk

And the way I have a lisp.

I strongly dislike the way I can’t drive,

And I disklike I can’t eat shrimp.

I strongly dislike that my feet are way too big

And the way bounce when I walk.

I strongly dislike myself to the point of starvation,

Although I’m not much skinnier, not at all.

I dislike how I’m never right,

I dislike when I lie.

I strongly dislike the way I laugh,

Even worse is how I cry.

I dislike when nobody is around

And the fact I always feel alone.

But mostly, I strongly dislike how I shouldn’t dislike myself,

Not close, or even a little bit at all.
08/16/2021
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