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 May 2018 Sky
guy scutellaro
she walks prospect avenue in the rain.
dead eyes, sore feet
the flowers have wilted into
the shadows of acceptance.

she finds the corner
and the last light lit,
wants a match for her cigarette.

a ****** that has found her god.
a needle and a bed of thorns.


the beep from a car's horn,
so a customer waits,
swings open a rusty gate.

and when that door

slams

shut

the prisoner of light asks,

"where have all the flowers gone?
 May 2018 Sky
HonestlyEunice
Rose
 May 2018 Sky
HonestlyEunice
She is like a rose.
She is beautiful as she is broken.
She carries the world on her shoulders and makes it look like a pair of wings.
Her smile gives you butterflies and her voice sounds like the voice of an angel.
Yet she has insecurities of herself.
She carries the world on her shoulders and feels like a million bricks is on her shoulders.
Her smile is a fake one and her voice is broken.
She feels unloved because no one shows it.
And sadly, that girl is me.
Sorry if it *****. One Of my first poems that I wrote.
 May 2018 Sky
Valsa George
SUICIDE

When all is ill
And reason is still
Impulse yells ‘****’


EUTHANASIA
    
When life is woe
And the world says ‘go’
The grave beckons ‘come’
 May 2018 Sky
Gail Hannon
Drowning
 May 2018 Sky
Gail Hannon
Last night.
You said something silly.
And I almost said.

I love you.

Last night.
I typed the first three letters.
And a bubble popped around me.
And I was drowning.
Because what is happening?
And I deleted the first three letters.
Because I don't even know you yet.
And a bubble popped around me.
And I was drowning.
And I couldn't hear anything.
Because what is happening?

Last night.
You said something silly.
And I almost said.

I love you.

And I don't know what is happening.
And I don't know what to do.
And I'm scared it might be true.
 May 2018 Sky
A Simillacrum
Bridled
 May 2018 Sky
A Simillacrum
They can tell their little girl's doing it again
Floating on her raft bed,
Drifting in the open water
Navigating harsh turns

******* the water as she's swallowed into darkness
An extension of the yearning
She holds underneath her rib cage
Her parents say they understand

Build her self expression between bars
Hoping in a corner for someone to come explain
Leave her in the moonlight tell her
She can't *******

She may wonder why most of her adult life
She can never see the stars that others see
With bitten lip behind their eyes

It's too late
But is it too late
ever
to learn
about the space you take?
It's too late
But is it too late
ever
to kiss
yourself til you get love?

even if it has to be pulled through sheets to your toes
even if you have to scream a summoning call
and wriggle through the tingles crawling
up your bed legs
 Feb 2018 Sky
DancingEnt
Overwhelmed
 Feb 2018 Sky
DancingEnt
I get embarrassed when you read my poems
And you know they're about you.
I get shy and nervous and scared you'll run away.
I don't have the words to say
How much I love you
But I try when I write to you
Things I think you'll never read
And then you see them and my head spins.

Is it too much? Can you love someone too much?
Is my love intimidating? Probably.
There's a lot of it to give.
But if it's intimidating to you then maybe
You don't deserve it.
Maybe

Are you overwhelmed by your love for me, too?
Never have I loved someone with my whole heart before you.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
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