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 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
stargirl
tears
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
stargirl
the only thing i feel now is the weight of my own tears
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Beaux
Perhaps you'd like the medicated me
The ways they use to medicate me
Made being medicated the only me to see
Fully functional gear of the machine
Unstoppable not talkative
Absolutely no cognitive thought
Fully functioning just for these
People who never understood my words
They said I spoke in a blur
I couldn't sit still
I still couldn't read
So they all took the time to medicate me
And it helped
I went from a D to and an A
While losing sight of all things unique
Words and their play
My spirit was broken
But no one could see
The medicated self was slowly killing me
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
mikhaila
do you still love me
do you still love m
do you still love
do you still lov
do you still lo
do you still l
do you still
do you stil
do you sti
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did you ever
did you ever l
did you ever lo
did you ever lov
did you ever love
did you ever love m
did you ever love me
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Star BG
Butterflies gracefully drifted
upon staircases in many buildings
following innate senses.

They glided blessing
each step with their presence.
Energizing walls with their fluttering wings.

Why they moved
in metal and plastered jungle was a mystery
only their spirit knew.

They floated climbing higher and higher
and when reaching the top
the answer became clear.

Butterflies in sacred form
were anointing the staircase
with love.
With purpose to awaken
all who followed
as man, and insect kingdom
were meant to unite in
earth new blueprint for harmony.
The
orchestration of Mother Gaia.
Inspired by Asami  Thank you
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
sunprincess
O' Muses of poetry left us with a smile
and so many questions

What inspires one to become a poet?
Love? Happiness? Depression?

Some poets write poems continuously
Morning, noon, and night

From where comes this burning love?
From where this obsession?

And we write of muses and poetry
Until we can write no more
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Tash Mckay
I walk along same paths everyday
I never look for what on display
Birds singing dancing away
Sun out beating it's play
I feel the warm rays
This washes my cares away.

Ive walked this  path everyday
Today my feet move with the sun's dancing  beat with  the dancing of the little Robins feet.

I take my time on this warm spring day I take it all in , it warms me within

Moving with the sun beat
I'm dancing with the little Robins feet
I Shuffle muffle with the hedgehogs snuffle,  pushing through ***** leave i just love this spring time beat
I'm dancing to the little Robins feet .
I walk this same paths everyday I'm the only one on the path but I'm not little birds hedgehogs squirrels it's so busy and beautiful I love it x it makes ya feel alive x
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