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 Jan 2019 Tink
Calliope
I have been feeling too much
So I can’t feel anything at all.
I’ve been so full,
But the pain became invisible.
I know it is there, but I can’t see it.

Sometimes I have to remind myself
That the reason I’m feeling light headed
Is because I haven’t taken a breath in almost 2 minutes.
Why I haven’t been writing
 Jan 2019 Tink
alexa
i fell in love with a shadow of a man,
all smoke and mirrors,
but the smoke is thick and dark-
it circles around my lungs and squeezes
when he is not with me;
he embodies the mirror 'cause god
the only time i see myself
is when i'm looking up at him.

i fell in love with a shadow of a man...
and now i am nothing
but smoke and mirrors.
-a.c.b
still a work in progress,,, any suggestions?
 Jan 2019 Tink
l
cigarette
 Jan 2019 Tink
l
you’re a bad habit, just like smoking a cigarette
i enjoy having you but i know you’re no good
you’re harmless in the moment but with time i’ll begin to notice your consequences
just like a cigarette, you’re addictive
i can quit having you but why would I want to
just like a lit cigarette, you make me feel good now but soon enough you’ll only leave me with the ashes
 Jan 2019 Tink
Sandoval
Broken
 Jan 2019 Tink
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
 Jan 2019 Tink
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Jan 2019 Tink
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 Jan 2019 Tink
Luna Maria
I N K
 Jan 2019 Tink
Luna Maria
tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
 Jan 2019 Tink
mc ish
it fills me with warmth
i don’t remember feeling
ever since you left.

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