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  Jul 2017 Dawn
r m
at the back of fresh, faded or even others' receipts
in front your pack of cigs and your floral, feminine taste on place mats,
were snippets of your poetry.

(none were about me, obviously)
"you in less than fifty words" is a series of one-sided poetic snippets.
Dawn Jul 2017
the neighbors are fast asleep,
all the lights off in a blackout.

tonight feels so eerily quiet,
with all the crickets waiting out.

i just want to write poetry,
but you are all i think about
I never liked sitting in a room with all the lights out. I tried it tonight though. It felt nice - silent and calming even.
  Jul 2017 Dawn
Shylah S
no, I'm not talking about the ones with big noses
or greasy hair

not the ones with bad breath
or round bellies

no, I just like them raw
a little broken, a little sad

the ones with scars
a story to tell

I sure know how to pick em' you might say
but I'd never give them up any day

a whole adventure in a person like the outdoors
one with canyons and mountains he would let me explore
only ugly guys give themselves all at once
no parts hidden, everything is exposed

vulnerability is thought to be a weakness but in reality it's bold

I like ugly guys.
So go out there and be real, often we hide because we fear getting hurt. But in that fear we miss out on the world, we miss out on living, and worst of all, love. So even if we may get bruised, get to the lowest of the low, you'll one day stumble upon something that embraces you as you are, something that cherishes your ugliness unconditionally, something that inspires you to be better, whether that be a passion, a person, or something as simple as a smile. Is it really worth hiding if you miss on the chance to experience that?

Edit: I am very grateful to everyone who took the time to read my work and am in disbelief a piece of mine chosen as the daily pick for the very first time! This community is amazing :)
  Jul 2017 Dawn
nora
There is a place called empty
a claustrophobic room
Inside it tries to tempt me
my soul it will consume

It preys on broken people
whose hearts facile to break
their bones were made feeble
their brains made opaque

There's a depth beyond this place
it's relatively hard to find
your world you must embrace
for you to free your mind.
felt like rhyming
  Jul 2017 Dawn
eF
You dug your own grave.
Now you're upset because it's
Too deep to get out.
Dawn Jul 2017
n.
to still find you in poems
and know that it's *okay

to remember you in words
that describe only what used to be and didn't stay.
Sometimes you miss things, know you're better off without it, and still want it back.
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