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 Aug 2020 Snow Selmon
basil
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 Aug 2020 Snow Selmon
basil
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i call myself a poet
but i've deceived them all
i'm really just sad
and waiting for you to call
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not a poem
 Aug 2020 Snow Selmon
Dereaux
Cloud
 Aug 2020 Snow Selmon
Dereaux
I don't know
what it is all about
but someone is
sitting on my cloud.

I try to scare him
so he goes away
but nothing helps
he's gonna stay

Looking in magic books
for some kind of spell
to put on him and
send him straight to hell
 Aug 2020 Snow Selmon
basil
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 Aug 2020 Snow Selmon
basil
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you are so far from me
that i can feel the earth turn
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connected
 Aug 2020 Snow Selmon
z
when people are in love
they often say
they simply fell
tripped over their own two feet
face forward
and into the arms of their beloved

i did more than simply fall
onto the ground of your love

you, for me
were an ocean
and i dived
headfirst
roughly
harshly
almost painfully
into the waters of “you”

i knew i could not swim
but i did so anyway
i was drowning
entangled in you
surrounded by this being of “you”
engulfed in this feeling of “you”

and i did not know what came over me
but i let myself drown
i did not try to swim back up
because if i went back to land,
releasing myself from your grasp
that would mean losing the feeling of “you”

and after
submerging into the depth
the love
the passion
of “you”

how could i ever leave?
 Aug 2020 Snow Selmon
Marie-Lyne
To reach out
When you’re not okay
Is an accomplishment
 Aug 2020 Snow Selmon
1487
The poetry isn’t in all these words —
It’s in knowing I survived them.
Holy smokes! Thank you everyone for all of the support! I don’t come here too often so I did not expect this; what a beautiful surprise ♥️
 Aug 2020 Snow Selmon
Meera
She looks like heaven
And tastes like hell
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