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Elaenor Aisling Sep 2021
My sisters and I jest
That men never get over us.
We have been named
Muses, angels, succubi, leanan sidhe
But we are les belles dames avec merci
And that is their undoing.
Our breath has left them gasping
With unfilled lungs
We never meant to be their oxygen
But they drink us in like drowning men.

We didn’t ask for this,
But disarming, we are soft enough
For them to float in
Belly up, eyes to distant stars
Singing the sirens song that stirs in our veins.

Behind our teeth rests the love
The world has failed to give them till now
There are holds in the knowledge
that our fingertips find the hollowed spaces,
mother wounds, clefts where trust was carved out,
And they clutch our palms to staunch the bleeding.

We never asked for this,
They cherish the brittle changelings of us
until they are crushed in the coals of our eyes
Eggshell ideals, fragile as egos.
Blown by the sea wind in the strands of our hair
they are scattered, undone.

The distance drifts between, inevitable
And full they turn away to starve
We cut the mooring line
After one too many storms,
And search
For safer
Harbor.
Jammit Janet Jul 2021
#85
Inhale through your nostrils 👃✨
Feel it fill your lungs 🫁✨
Feel it connect you 💆‍♀️✨
To your special place 💖✨
The place where you are love ❤️✨
Jammit Janet Jul 2021
#74
Absorb the sun
Recharge your systems
Feel the warm hug
Dissolve into your skin
And warm you from the inside out
Bursting through your pores
You are sunshine
Jammit Janet Jul 2021
#82
I shine a light on thee 💡✨
To protect you from your woes ☂️✨
Dispel your enemies 🌬✨
Enrich your soul ✨
rivy Apr 2021
there's not a spell, a song, a wish upon a star
that can make someone love you the way you want to be loved
only you can do that
come to think of it...
nothing is quite as romantic as saving yourself.
things I had to learn on my own
Winnalynn Wood Mar 2021
The mossy banks and the flourishing trees
To me it seems a shade of viridian green

With the deepest pine hue and a touch of blue
The depths of its cascade cast the eye askew

And you may be tempted to decorate with it
Just don’t forget the enchanted spell casted within

Beautiful and mysterious and eternally seen
You’ll find yourself gazing on viridian green
keonah Feb 2021
I kinda hate the way your presence still taints my air
As if still reminding me of the very essence of you so I never forget.
Your final memoir to me so I won’t get over you.
Deep In your spell
Forever needing you
So you feel needed by me
Why me ?
Why rob anyone of love,
Leave a hopeless romantic in limbo?
Your selfishness and need to be accepted consumes you and is the reason for the end of our love oasis
Leaving me hopelessly in drought
Love oasis gone dry
Marisa White Dec 2020
Boil, boil, bubble, and brew,
What ingredients do we need to make this stew?
A fisherman’s old, rotten boot?
A coin, shiny and new?
A pigeon's calming morning coo?

Ah! It says here that all we need is:
A child’s old toy
To make a boy
A redwood twig
To make his head big
A vulture’s song
To have him do all wrong
A scale of a snake
To make him a snake
Yes, that’s right
The boy we’re making isn’t going to be a knight
The so-called myth,
The hero, "Zack Smith"
Will be quite far from it,
The opposite in fact.
To make the most dreadful guy
Have all he do is play and lie
We’re going to need a whole, WHOLE lot more.

We’ll need:
A peacock’s heart...
Let’s make it two!
He’ll be sick with double the pride
To be irritating, a mosquitoes coo
The tongue of pig to make him snide
Another three mosquitoes!
So there’s no doubt
That he’ll be ugly inside and out
An entire weasel
For in the entire world, he’ll be the most sly
All he’ll do is play all day
Let's add the cotton-tailed rabbit’s dance
“I’m the greatest!”, is all he’ll say
While holding his nose high in a prance

Now the ***’s overflowing with stuff to make this boy
The last two things: The heart and the brain.
Shall we make his heart pure? His intentions, good?
He’ll mean every word of what he says?
He’ll really... care?
No.
He could never, it’s too late.
We don't need these last two things.

Let’s pour this horrendous mixture into a mold
And put it into the freezer to let it become cold
I’ll sit and wait for him to freeze
When he’s done and solid
What will I do?
Maybe I’ll keep this horrible Grinch of a boy
Try to teach him proper manners
And not let him near people he’ll emotionally destroy
But most likely I’ll let him go
He reminds me too much of someone I used to know

I’ve given him everything (except a brain and a heart)
And he’ll give nothing back
When he’s done
I’m pushing him out into the world to wreak havoc
He’ll hurt some people along the way
But they’ll recover within a day
If they don't, they can join me
And craft boys out of pain and jealousy
But that won't happen
Because, you see
With a name like Zack Smith
Forgettable is what you’re bound to be.
sheesh boys am I right
this a whole book but tell me if you like it!
feedback appreciated :-)
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