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Kelsey Banerjee Aug 2020
I hung my apron to dry
let the wind carry it, cradling
cloth with branch claws and
dancing legs all the way to hell
and back, embroidering glory
in each stitched parsley leaf,
I unthreaded each with a brittle needle
used each thin thread to create
my own tapestry.
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Riya Aug 2020
the words
i put out
can't be said
out loud
but
would they even
make sense
to you..
would they?
if i were
to write
something
about you..
would you
even know
that the words
mean more than
just meaningless
sentences on a page..
would you even try
to figure it all out..
or would you say
nice things
just to say them
cause you wouldn't
actually understand
these words
that i put out
for you..

would you?
...
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Kelsey Banerjee Aug 2020
wind blistered water
stars collapse into redwood
love the outer ring
an attempt at a haiku
Kelsey Banerjee Aug 2020
plastic:
straight, good posture
white and abrasive as baking soda
thrifty, ideal of motherhood
hosting new years parties and other
get-togethers for the kids while sipping,
socially, of course, a margarita,
she buys her children, ruddy-nosed
devils, gifts while their friends stand with empty hands,
letting those other kids,
kids with empty pockets,
sit to the side,
and know their place.

steel:
another mother she
drives thirty miles to pick up a daughter’s friend,
male, lanky, and for cops
the wrong color at midnight
from a gas station in the wrong part of town
which is really just code
for poor and less white
and she takes him home to
sleep on the sofa
gives him hot tea
and in the morning pancakes with eggs
she doesn’t ask about the bruises
on his forearms or his heart
she just feeds him and drives him
to the library with a sandwich in old Tupperware
he doesn’t need to return
although he does with a thank-you note
and gratitude in his heart,
despite all the bitterness around him.
Yohan Aug 2020
‪Grant me strength‬
‪for I've been cruising alone‬

‪Give me hope‬
‪cause this phase is really unfair‬

‪Share me some effort‬
‪so that I can do things the way you want‬

‪Help me get this off‬
‪this eerie feeling that circles my chest‬

‪I've been impaled‬
‪please see me...‬
Amara Numen Aug 2020
"But my dear, I was the slave of time. The butcher of tragedy. I was there committed to things people called unmatchable world. In a conscious or in a fiction. There will be always the percentage of how society play the role of madness and sanity in the same time. "
Amara Numen Aug 2020
The show when die is the new smell of flowers. Madness of the emptiness is bigger than infinity. Shall pray to the place where nothing can break the shell. It's a mayday. Payday.
Anais Vionet Aug 2020
(3 Haikus)

Immature - is a
word boring people use to
describe fun people.

I should start a book,
a thick notebook to keep
inappropriate thoughts.

Ever look at friends
and think, "Wow, we're gonna
be some weird adults?"

Sleep is my drug, my
bed is the dealer, my clock
the cops and school the jail.
lets all just relax, ok? No pressure
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