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 May 2017 TG
mk
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 May 2017 TG
mk
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i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.
Why does everyone have a category?
put into separate boxes
separate
different
gay
lesbian
black
white
rich
poor
but why do we need these "titles"
because aren't we all the same?
aren't we all the same stupid people?
the same stupid
ignorant
****** annoying
people
that put us
into these categories as well?
So why all the TITLES
We r all the same, but different at the same time...
haHA Think about THAT
And yes I've posted a lot today...
keep up :)
 May 2017 TG
Druzzayne Rika
I want this night to remain ,
Don't want it to fade away
                       to a new day.
The silence, calm and peace
With no hustle bustle breeze
                 the tiredness cease
The darkness, night provides
              gives us place to hide
                 our vulnerable side
 May 2017 TG
Nylee
Expect (10words)
 May 2017 TG
Nylee
Just expect sun
     to come every morning
and nothing else
 May 2017 TG
Luna Marie
She was mesmerised by his dreamy eyes.
That stupid twinkle in his eyes blinded her.
She believed all of his lies,
Because she couldn't see the monster.

They said, "He won't do anything, but harm,"
"Leave him, he'll just suffocate you."
I wanted to be in your arms.
And you only wanted to *****.

Still, when I see you, it makes me want more.
"Ignore him," but I'm under your spell.
Your touch makes my heart soar,
You're my Heaven, my Hell.

In my head, there's a quiet voice.
But I can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine.
You left me with no choice.
You smiled as our bodies intertwined.
I can't quit you
 May 2017 TG
Sara Went Sailing
Cheetah clothing.
very risky.
bold, without being
a bit rancid.

character building,
with all the feral attributes
of athleticism.

I see it in your eyes,
unlike brainwashing which
was replaced by
globalization and
creepy frat bonfires.


There was a time I'd have
judged your new wife's
dress code. might have
called emergency services.

be happy that
I'm eating coconut mung
bean mochi by myself and
looking at your selfies online.

Full.

Written by Sara Fielder © Apr 2017
 May 2017 TG
Sara Teasdale
The days remember and the nights remember
The kingly hours that once you made so great,
Deep in my heart they lie, hidden in their splendor,
Buried like sovereigns in their robes of state.

Let them not wake again, better to lie there,
Wrapped in memories, jewelled and arrayed —
Many a ghostly king has waked from death-sleep
And found his crown stolen and his throne decayed.
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