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  May 2019 Jenny Umansky
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.
  May 2019 Jenny Umansky
maryjessica
Fall away,
I want to fade into the darkness
And just stay there for a while
In peace, in waves
I can feel myself latching on to anything
Anything that can bring me peace,
Anything that can bring me back to you,
Even just for a moment.
You don’t know your power and it’s unfair
Because I can’t escape, I’m drowning in your smell
Your touch, your feel, your motions, your words.
Your words were everything.
So inviting, so memorizing, I felt I had it all
I finally had it all
I was there,
so close.
Jenny Umansky Apr 2019
My mind scares me.
It forms faces in the dark,
ominous and disturbing.
From the corners of my eye
I see beaming eyes and a face smirking.
I can never close them when Im alone.
Someone could be out there,
lurking.
This is a genuine fear of mine.
  Apr 2019 Jenny Umansky
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how piece it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
  Apr 2019 Jenny Umansky
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
  Apr 2019 Jenny Umansky
the black rose
made a mess of self-expression,
turned softness to aggression.
missed all the healing sessions,
now nothing's left to question..
-
pretty bird,
can you fly again?
pretty bird,
you are one with the wind.
you hit the window,
once or twice.
seeking distance,
higher heights.
you're so pretty when you cry,
you're so pretty when you fly.
pretty bird ♡
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