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Shain Brown Nov 2020
I cross the ocean for you
only for my ship to sink
not by fire or cannon
but by the simple toll of waiting

decay

I feel the water squeezing my chest
replacing my air with your water
pushing into my system
that was never mine
Shain Brown Nov 2020
You and i were there
Watching as our worlds crash down
We repaired them
No, We repaired yours
And let mine burn down in the ashes
But that was enough for you

You let me freeze
Time stopped
Nothing moved

Until you pressed play
On my life
Then I lifted your world
And you left me in the cold, again

I tried to call out
I needed help
I needed you

But you didn't care as much you said you do
And went on with your new life
One of many

Next time your world will crash down
I'm not helping you lift it
You'll be alone
Frozen
Like me
Chloe Adams Oct 2020
You are a house I am no longer allowed access to,

My childhood home, gated.

So I scale your rotting walls,
Run along the cool grass,
The kitchen is lit apricot.

At our old yellowood table sit a
strange family.
I see the familiar scratches on the surface.
Of decades of flavour being cut into it.
Garlic, onions and wood.

How does it feel,
To be so satisfied with memory?

I'm sorry I'm not as good as you,
At letting go of precious things.
artisticAR Oct 2020
Look into my eyes,
what do you see?
Is it a baffled soul
masquerading
as me?
artisticAR Sep 2020
Recovered, head down,
knees clenched
Legs still won't walk her home.
Skin wet and heart drenched
listen to words and candid tone
and accepts her returning reverie
with a sip of the bottle of bravery
Yes, it was an awkward time
- amp
Justine Louisy Jun 2020
Multiple braids equal multiple roots,
in the direction my fingers scoots.

Loose braids,
robust cornrow braids in a stack,
chanting all the way down my back.

A loose rope,
or a robust bridge.
You know which root to take….

Justine Louisy
Copyright © Justine Louisy 2016
All Rights Reserved
Still remember having braids in my hair (so much more easier to handle 🤣) Would you consider braids? 😊
Justine Louisy Jun 2020
My shadows are out there fighting.
The click of my fingers are shouting not
humming at every beat.
The hairs on my head shedding their
curly laughter.
My vision is chasing the intruding floaters.
My throat is frying pins and needles for my supper.
There are eroded rocks in my mouth.

My breath the stench of life.

I hope you smell it as you walk past.


Justine Louisy

Copyright © Justine Louisy 2017
All Rights Reserved
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