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 Apr 2019 Margot
Byerly
groove boy
 Apr 2019 Margot
Byerly
the coffee cream aside
next to the vine
in an old wooden table
he is sitting in a blue velvet sofa
dreaming with the golden mirror in his wall
exploring the illustration of a new world
he has his white sheep-like blanket
the blue sun staring at him
with the silver army beside it
a perfectionist with a red tattoo
plants in a medicine bottle
and a watch in his wrist
he's a healthy role model
just for the aesthetic
and golden petals
inspired by a Conan gray video
 Apr 2019 Margot
Vanessa Gatley
Dream
An now
Cheer
Everyone right
 Apr 2019 Margot
ymmiJ
Your OK
 Apr 2019 Margot
ymmiJ
He signals you well
In hints of fireweed scents
snuck on mountain bound wings
making a out of the way trip
to let me know he has you
 Apr 2019 Margot
ymmiJ
It's All Lit
 Apr 2019 Margot
ymmiJ
The sun sets but never stops
Life doesn't halt when the light ends
Don't fear the dark
 Apr 2019 Margot
ymmiJ
Harsh
 Apr 2019 Margot
ymmiJ
The willow bows to protect
Little buds it had pushed through
No work goes unpunished
In nature’s cruel view
 Apr 2019 Margot
ymmiJ
My muse has learned to change her frights
not in a material shift
                  but in her dreams
inside
I think it amazing
                                she shrugs it off
no big deal


but if she can change a dream?



                                                   could she change her mind?
 Apr 2019 Margot
ymmiJ
Brown white hell falling
Eyes sharp, an arrow point, Flash!
death from razor talons
 Mar 2019 Margot
Megan Edwards
I'm surrounded by so many, yet no one is close.
I feel your warmth, but no one is there

I yearn for your touch,
I need your pain.

But now I'm left alone
Alone in a world of isolation.
The mind is a scary place.
 Mar 2019 Margot
Cameron
As the light fades,
Fear tends to manifest itself in various forms.

Simple things, like the beast under your bed.
A flicker in the corner of your eye, or a noise you swear you heard.

Or maybe it runs deeper.

Crawling under the sheets, whispering in your ear.

Misleading your dreams, and turning them into nightmares.


Begging for the sunrise to come, but when it does,

The realisation that it will

never

stop.

Each night, plagued by the same fears as before.

The daytime spent, with only momentary satisfaction.

And once again,

Night falls. Madness dawns.
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