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 Sep 2020
Luna Pan
your words are a pampered art; combination of an italian riviera tide along with french reverie aura
 Aug 2020
𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚎
there are just things that are left unsaid,
things that should stay the way they are,
time that was borrowed,
and needed to be turned in again
There are simply just times that you can be temporarily happy with things that are not supposed to be yours — a friend, a memory, or a pet (doesn't matter). But before you get too comfortable with it, before you try to keep it as yours, one should really bring them back to a lost and found.

If not, you might lose yourself, you see.
 Jul 2020
rk
my lips have known yours
in every lifetime
and now i know for certain
that the universe
will always
bring me back
to y o u.
- you are worth the wait in every eternity.
 Jun 2020
Neha Srivastava
There is no right or wrong
Living in the "Now" shan't always be the norm
Partly existing in the past
absorbing the essence and holding the grasp
Counting on the unknowns
and wanting them to be one of my own.
This is Me..
Breathing on these extremes
 Jun 2020
Eman
~~~~~~~

starts with a single drop and perfect silence
this menstrual cycle that comes with collateral violence

they will laugh and joke about your chastity
then put a bounty on your virginity

make a story out of your name
then set the hounds on your trails

blood will keep on running, until you can't keep on running
until you become the very demon they've been wanting

frightened by your femininity, yet aroused by its delicacy
they'll put a cross to your face, only to laugh at your disgrace

you can't lead, can never be like Christ
yet you will imitate his suffering day and night

they'll question your faith, try to burn you at the stake
when the irony is

the
more
one
bleeds
the
more
one
prays

~~~~~~~
Women, puberty and the scathing eyes of a sexist society.
 Apr 2020
Tapiwa Mesah
A flower blossoms
In the midst of muddy swamps
It stands around the algae,
The petals smile even at the bees.

The grin of the little seeds
That the wind blows effortlessly,
Is sprayed to places and places
And preaches love and nothing else.
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