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There is a rabbit
In the thicket
He watches
Death pass
From a distance
With scarlet eyes
Set in porcelain
Easily cracked
Jasmine Reid Nov 2018
I felt embarrassed last night,
now I feel shame? As my skin begins to riddle itself with itches, and I scratch.

I thought I understood, but now I see, I’m tearing away at the thing I was most ashamed to be.

me.
Ripping and digging into this plush flesh that has been seen by the eyes on another, and now my skin is
seething.
I don’t know what’s happening
Becca Nov 2018
the buttercream colored streets
crumble under my feet
Mitu Nov 2018
Untold stories, her thoughts are prose
Buried in the caverns of her mind
In the darkness there is growth
Yet only in the light its beauty shows.
A poem about how hard times help us grow, yet we don't see the beauty until we come through the other side.
Becca Nov 2018
honey pours over sunflower seeds
like the tears on my cheeks
Marcie47 Nov 2018
Orange hair.
Orange skin.
Grown up, Tin Tin.
Living in Australia, the poem basically is what I see!
Hope I don't offend anyone!!!!
Cambria Andersen Nov 2018
I was well once
I was soft once
No bouts of crazy once
No Bipolar once
I am stable right now, but not too long ago I was cycling. I have to manage it everyday. I live with it like anyone else that lives with a disease. It doesn't define me as a person, but I have to admit, my poetry comes easier when I am cycling. I am grateful for the stability I have today and the ability to manage this disease and still be successful in my public and private lives.
astuarywaves Oct 2018
A full moon
brought the definition of beauty to my head,
as it happens when I look at you,
but your beauty contrasts and surpasses that definition,
superlatively.
Ace Antonio Oct 2018
For some days we laugh
And some days we cried
Those days together
I will always treasure.
Post-It #4
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