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 Apr 13 tahj
Ariana
March 2018
 Apr 13 tahj
Ariana
I asked him why he loved me;
He whispered
"Because I do."
And it wasn't really
the answer
that I was looking for.
 Apr 12 tahj
Rai
Notice
 Apr 12 tahj
Rai
I disappeared from view
You didn’t call
I’m not sure you even noticed
You didn’t mention my name or seek me out
Silence holds the air like a cold night which belongs to no man
I lay down to rest
Invisible
Maybe tomorrow when I look in the mirror I won’t even recognise my reflection…
 Apr 11 tahj
hannah
There are bones in the wood;
cracking, groaning, shattering.
The skeleton of what could
Have
            Been

There are bones in the wood;
whistling, wailing, whispering.
The skeleton is not pure—not good
It
            Still
                        Has
           ­                         Flesh
 Apr 10 tahj
Thomas W Case
He had wings that
gave him flight.
The sun was
beautiful and bright.
It melted into the ocean.

But there is danger in
flying too low as well,
just ask the mermaids in
the depths of hell.
The seawater screws
up the lift.

Fly to safety and
peace,
not the
fantastical or
far-fetched.
You don't need to
have it all.
Beware of

too

much



ambition.
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I lay on my side in bed
with my hand pressed under
my ribs.

My heart beating reveals to me
my life could be taken in
the width of a breath or
the snap of an eye.

I don’t like that so many
things could happen and that
I wouldn’t know because I’d
be gone. All I think I’ve built,
gone; just like that.

I’m not afraid of death
but I am when it comes to me.
 Apr 10 tahj
RedMushrooms
Scars
 Apr 10 tahj
RedMushrooms
They come in many
Shapes and sizes
Some are white
Some are pink
Some are brown
and others are purple
Some you can't see
Some are thick
Some are thin
They might even hurt
One thing that they
All have in common is
that they all have a story.
Whether it's from
Climbing a tree
or from crashing a car
maybe it wasn't an accident.
Thought no matter what
Every
Single
Scar
Is beautiful
No matter what you say
or other people say.
They are as beautiful
As the sunset
over the ocean.
 Apr 10 tahj
nimicelia
I get it a lot of the time.
my eyes are blue.
as pale as the sea,
woken far from beyond.
piercing deep within my soul

I am stuck in time travel
paused every minute
questioned every second
admired as the daisy blooms
glared while chasing the bus.

My eyes weep,
like everybody else.
I am human not some creature
stared upon.

shimmering and glittering
it flows as brightly as
sun reflection on water.

My eyes rest,
uncertain for a new day ahead.
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