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Words' Worth Sep 2021
Inspiration is that gut feel keeping you awake
Inspiration is a candle in a cave

Inspiration is asking a crush out
Inspiration is confidence when everything turns sour

Inspiration is the silver lining
Of a cloud riddled by self-doubt
A short poem I wrote on Twitter. I thought I had 5 mins during work to write this, so I wrote it in 2 mins.
keni Feb 2021
To be quite honest I don’t know.
I have no apples for tomorrow
I am the pillow of my friends
And the willow for the pests
I am the chipped nail on my left hand
And I don’t clean under my bed
I don’t want you to see me
And I don’t want you to hear me
I just need to know everything about me
To be
Traci Sims Oct 2020
Walking up the rickety stairs,
Patchouli and cigarette smoke
combat for supremacy
Before I even reach the door,
and I step through to see
The everyday undead scattered on the thick carpet like so many corpses blown out of Wednesday Addams' haunted dollhouse.

Maybe it wasn't wise to come.

A cd player informs me that, indeed,
Bela Lugosi's dead,
And I cautiously move into the living room.
Ruby lips and ivory faces emerge from the gloom,
Incurious glances marking my progress
As an acolyte guides me to the Queen of the festivities
Holding court in a corner of the living room.
Her waist-length silver-gilt hair and damp skin like fresh camellias gleam in the candlelight,
A studded black goblet brimming with Jack Daniels
Is handed to her,
A token of homage she eagerly welcomes
   while nodding me forward.
Whispers behind me tell her story,
Of how she's seen a thing or two in her time,
And why her flat stare and Theda Bara smile give glimpses of her bottomless occult wisdom.
As her slim fingers play with a knotted black necklace,
She considers me long before finally declaring,
--"My God, you're an old soul"--
And she pats the cushion next to her,
An invitation to drink deep and close of her dark knowledge.
A cup of something unknown is pressed into my hand
and I sip, hanging onto every arcane word she utters.
Night slowly fades into dawn
and I wake cold and stiff from a kitchen floor sleep
only to see the Queen buttoning the cuffs on her white poplin shirt.
Smoothing her tweed skirt, she steps into her pumps,
Grips her cup of coffee,
And with a cheery wave, leaves for work.
Happy Hallowe'en, everyone!
Payal Dhiman Sep 2020

You were like drops on pine trees after rain
the fog like magic
and the pure drops of melted snow on leaf
when the days cleared you were like the sun and the moon
and I loved you more everyday because
you came like you never left.
Here I am again with Words that means something to you #3 hope you like it.
Payal Dhiman Sep 2020
I walked
down down
in the streets
lightened up to the sky
and I walked
by the shops
by the bars
by the shore
and I
found you.
I am back once again with #wordsthatmeanssomethingtoyou as promised on Wednesday. I hope my words stirs the memories in you freshens the feelings I hope it means something to you.
Maria Hernandez Jul 2020
You know it wasn’t my fault
You just left me without saying anything to me
And even though I cry as I’ve never done before
I was still in love with you

But you left
And you didn’t say if you were coming back
And without anything else, I don’t know
But that's how it was, that's how it was

I wished the best of luck
I promised not to speak to you nor to see you again
And now you’re back there’s nothing here
I can´t love you, I must not love you

I don’t love you anymore
I´ve fallen in love of a divine being
Of a great love
Who taught me to forget
And forgive
How do you get over a heartbreak?
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alaska jade Mar 2020
it was the night we got high off of our youth
we soared through the sweet strawberry sunset
we didn’t talk
we didn’t have to
it was just me and you on a wednesday night
forgetting the world
and at last,
being at ease.
i love you more than i care to express.
Eileen H Oct 2019
grounded in this reality
always, something keeps me. today it is my jeans, digging into the soft skin under my belly, reminding me
this world was not crafted around my form
M e l l o Jun 2019
don't let doubt chain you
spread your wings and fly
though your knees quiver
take a leap of faith
feel the fear and do it
don't let this world
decide your fate
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