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Ithaca Jun 2019
I’m getting kind of tired of telling you that you’re not a monster.


Actually, now that I think of it, I’m getting kind of tired of telling you anything and you not listening to a word.


But I suppose that now I’m just somebody that you used to know.
When you find the one,
let their voice blow through your hair like a blissful breeze
and let them paint pictures with their fingers on your back.
When you find the one,
your feet will feel lighter, but your chest will feel heavier.
yet you know that carrying all of those butterflies are worth it.
When you find the one,
You'll want to conquer ever battle, every bruise that leaves a mark on your skin, with them.
Your spirit will run wild in a sea of stars that only you two can explore.
You will feel more alive then you could have ever imagined.
Your eyes were once weak and nervous but now they're bold, alert and focused. They've found a reason, a purpose to keep staring.
When you find the one,
Never let them go. Never let a single day pass without them on your mind. Life moves way too fast, and they could be gone in the blink of an eye.
itty bitty poem
Kelly May 2019
The ties between isolation and liberation
Seem faulty
Unruly
Impossible

But in felt driven black
And blotted skies
I find myself in that between
Awry
From meaning of life and gentrified
Feelings where we are assumed to spend
Most of our time

I tried

I wish I could hammer pointed flathead nails
Into my harrowed chest
Without the screws of drivered nights

Rendering me blind

Though now I understand I’ve been that way my whole life

The comfort of what’s always there
Illusions of truths
Falsified by minds so accustomed to presume
That we are never alone

Absent of human nature

But as the faulty lines
And sharp riptides
And avalanches
Of hidden tries
Rectifies

Nothing

We are alone

I am alone

She doesn’t know me
Where the other won’t hold me

What a shame
Who’s to blame?


Me of course


For my heart is too tortured
To harbor
Any broken armor
I’m just softly
Bandaged and bruised
By life’s tumultues

And I’ll never be arounded
Always surrounded
By fire and demons and unwanted reasons

As to why my mind screams in drones
Of always
Always


Always




Always



Being alone
Nobody is honest
Ashari Ty May 2019
I'm glad you've found somebody.
I'm also glad I'm not there to see you happy.
I guess I'm glad. Maybe a bit sad.
A bit late for the news.
A bit too late for you.
Can't remember writing this but it's in my drafts maybe I was drunk.

Anyway here's another poem for you. Whatever.
Cardboard-Jones Apr 2019
Calling me.
Leaving me messages saying how you’re sorry.
Voice mailbox is full, it’s exhausting.

Texting me.
Repeating feelings you already expressed.
At this point, I don’t know what you expect.

Changes.
You swear you’ve been going through some changes.
You wanna know what I find strange is?
You were better the way you were.
But you wanted to be somebody.
Made me think I was nobody.
Hooking up with girls at parties.
Only cared when I was departing.
Now I’m becoming somebody.
Now you wanna love my body.
But you shouldn't love nobody.
‘Cause you’re just gonna hurt somebody.

It’s not fair, don’t make me say this.
Don’t try to make me reminisce.
We can’t go back to fish and chips.
We can’t get back that rooftop kiss.

You don’t get it, you don’t get it.
This dream you have of us, forget it.
I’m someone new, someone new.
And you’re just someone that I knew.
Rowan Hunter Mar 2019
Somebody that I used to know
I look in the mirror and see Somebody,
Somebody that I used to know.
they stare at me
her hair parted and flowing to her shoulders
her skin not yet scared by the world.
but she is crying
begging to be free earning to be her
he
me
Somebody
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