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 Jan 2022 CZ
Papaya
Stupid girl
 Jan 2022 CZ
Papaya
I can feel the weight
that you're carrying inside
and I wish that I could make it mine
part the sea of noise
and carry you to the other side

I wish I could make it all quiet

stupid girl, tell the world
I can hear them calling you a
stupid girl

tell the world
what if it was them
and not you
what is it they'd do

beautiful girl, take off your shoes
let me walk the miles with you

I can feel the weight
that you're carrying inside
and I want to make it mine
to walk at your side
help you cross that line

stupid girl
I wish I could make it all quiet
 Jan 2022 CZ
Papaya
•~

my pencil swirls 'round in figure eights 
      looking for the rhythm 
the flow of words that feel just right 
        that can shed light 
on things that lack clarity 
  that have me questioning
questioning

~•
 Jan 2022 CZ
Papaya
•~

my sighs cut through time
    like splintered winds
releasing buried sorrows

~•
 Jan 2022 CZ
Papaya
Warming
 Jan 2022 CZ
Papaya
~•

I am the warmth
of every season

teasing wisps of
perfumed seduction
between streams
of grandiose dreams

wrapt in tangled desires
dancing in moonbeams
  with a visceral greed

I long to crush your screams
flesh to teeth
above and beneath
the warmth
of every season

•~
My heart was shattered
in so many pieces that
after putting it back together
I got a bigger heart full of love
When you break me that’s when I grow.


Shell ✨🐚
Grow after every heart ache
 Jan 2022 CZ
Penelope Winter
3:36 AM
 Jan 2022 CZ
Penelope Winter
and here i am again
not letting myself fall asleep
but picturing instead
your skin upon my silken sheet

despite what you have said
i daren’t face reality
tonight you’re in my bed
if only as a memory.

- p. winter
nothing profound just tired and very sad about many things in my life rn and letting it out as a depressing love poem bc what else is hepo for
 Dec 2021 CZ
guy scutellaro
they drink flat beer
while standing in the rain
waiting for 30 to1 shots
to come in

they meet at airport terminals
waiting for different flights
promising to meet again
next summer

they leave the mad house sane
and carry bibles in the ghetto
and run for president
to change things
for the better
for a change

they are poor black children
in a toy store
on a white
very white
Christmas eve

they

the wind blows them away
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