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 Apr 13 Moo
Izan Almira
Debris
 Apr 13 Moo
Izan Almira
I found an order in the chaos,
a home inside the rubble
that I had turned my room into.

I hid inside my books,
trying to find somewhere where I belonged
in a place that had never been mine.
 Apr 13 Moo
Rofiat
~Healing
 Apr 13 Moo
Rofiat
I no longer feel remorseful about what broke me
I am not better, but I'm healing
My scars and wounds are obvious, but they don't define me
I locked my self from the outer world, to protect my healing soul
I carry softness now but I'm afraid to protect it
It may take a while but I know the real 'me' is healing
 Apr 13 Moo
Yonah Jeong
Where there is no freedom
there is no equality

Where there is no equality
there is no freedom

Where there is freedom
there is also equality

Where there is equality
there is also freedom

Freedom is shadow of equality
Equality is shadow of freedom

They are proof of each other's
existence so If you try to have
only one of them

You will lose both.
 Apr 13 Moo
Soul-in-poetry
I laid out my heart
My soul
My brain

I gave all of me,
Yet still,
All I received in return—

Was ashes and broken bones.
 Apr 13 Moo
Summer I
Turtles
 Apr 13 Moo
Summer I
Nausea slowly creeps in
The spiral takes you down and down and down
Or maybe you’re just where you started
And all the debris is spinning around you

You can grasp at the threads
But it will just unravel more
You can try and find the end
But you never will
The string just gets thinner and thinner and thinner

Either way its out of your control
Its turtles all the way down
 Apr 13 Moo
alora
I saw you there,
imagined you bare.
Enamored, entranced—
your voice struck a spark,
a flicker in the dark.
In one brief instant,
you lit up my heart.
 Apr 13 Moo
Qualyxian Quest
I wanted to be a poet
Find some words that rhyme
Feeling 55
The ravages of time

Keep him to me close
Dailiness not the Sublime
To sleep perchance to dream
He and I and I'm ....
 Apr 13 Moo
zumee
winterbald
 Apr 13 Moo
zumee
a privilege to share
the deciduous bond
bare-crowned: my self and the trees

leaves, hairs,
epidermal desires,
the great landscaper reclaims all of these
it grows back
Don't worry
it's only with my blood
that I'm crying.

Sunset and my sight is reddened.

There's a canyon in the badlands and
It's Montana that takes hold of my hands
to lead me in deeper.

Only in America
thank the Lord
for small mercies.
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