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 Jun 2017 Zachary William
Elliott
I’m
a black,
queer,
atheist,
woman (***),
???? (gender).

Life is going to be so hard.
Oh Trumps
In the season of perspiration,
Where demerits of summer are in trend,

Few flowers and leafs are getting dried and shriveled,
Craving for shower.

As the Weather Department announced thunderstorm,

The Sun is on leave,

Flight of birds achieving new heights,

Dark clouds are rolling up in the sky blue
ocean,

Swiftly there's a fragrance in the air,

nodding of the trees,

chattering of the birds,

Posts and tweets of the humans,

Are the evidence of celebration,
A most welcome to the rain.
you told me i looked great in blue so i taught myself not to breathe around you so that maybe you would like me too.
you were always mesmerized by stained glass windows, so why did my stained glass heart never intrigue you enough to make you stay.
you said that there was something aesthetic about pain, so when i broke every last bit of myself for you, why didn't you see my beauty.
you always said the blue of my eyes reminded you of the ocean. later i found out you hated the beach and the way the sea never failed to kiss the shore. i always hoped you hated it because you couldn't kiss me.
one time you told me that you hated the way my mother always took me from you. i wasn't sure if you hated that she took me or that she took the only thing keeping you from being lonely...
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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