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Zoe Mae Aug 2021
Transparent yet veiled
With tendrils cloaked in daggers
Jellyfish mingle
Zoe Mae Aug 2021
When the last tree falls
And the seas swell with plastic
We'll have done our part
Zoe Mae Aug 2021
In a frozen land
The sun is iridescent
As it creeps towards home
Manx Jul 2021
it wasn't my intention to embarrass you
perhaps i acted rashly
but knowing what he said to you
made me livid, would it have been better to have treaded bashfully
i cannot stand for my friends to be treated so nastily
myself is another matter entirely
i have a problem letting things go
maybe i need to grow
living is tiring
Tiger Ayres Jul 2021
Been sad for a month now
And I don't really talk much anymore
A loud kid gone quiet
Blending in the crowd
Everything is a snarky comment
Everything is a jab in my side
Everything is a loss of me

I spend my nights alone
Hang-up those calls
Ignore those messages
I remove myself from the world
Lost in my own thoughts
To only fall harder for this loneliness I started in

I think it's my fear grabbing ahold of me
The fear of losing
The fear of failing
The fear of needing
The fear of letting go
And hurting
Hurting her
Hurting me
Hurting them
And losing myself some more
Losing myself
Moza Jun 2021
This isn’t for you
Affectionately aimed at my own  
This isn't for you
This is for the times I let myself fall into the deep

This isn't for you
This is for the thoughts that I dealt with
This isn’t for you
This is for the loss of souls

This isn’t for you
This is for the intentions I’ve let down
This isn’t for you
This is for my tired soul


This isn’t for you

This is for me not to lose myself
Reservate this living

The selfish part of me wants to exist—
For me
Dear Me
fm May 2021
i take what i love about myself and wear it as a badge of honor, but at night i stare at the ceiling
and list all the things i hate. i stamp it in a
journal and time-date it, bookmark the
page i left off on and i put the leather
bound away. once a year i visit
what i hate about myself and
find that as long as the
feelings are inked
on a page and
not weighing
heavy on my
chest, there
isn’t much
to hate
at all.
i’m not as bad a person as i claim to be
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