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 Mar 2019 Merinda
Nyx
The Morrow
 Mar 2019 Merinda
Nyx
My heart pounds eagerly
Awaiting the outcomes of the morrow
What is awaiting me
Love, hatred or sorrow?

Fear and anticipation
All wrapped into one
Securely tied with a ribbon
Now we wait for the sun

Marching on to the time
Allowing fate to lead the way
My heartbeat is all I can hear
Let's see what's awaiting me today.
I am wolf
you are my moon
I howl every night
To reach for your love which i can't
I hope you fall in love with being alive
That you feel it coarsing through your veins
Pumping in your heart
A light feeling in your chest
And all you want to do is scream for joy
 Mar 2019 Merinda
Q
the distorted view
of your true nature has left
my soul untrusting




s.q.



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"I don't want to deal with the pendulum that are your emotions anymore."
 Mar 2019 Merinda
Grace E
The days pass & he lingers
I sip on the memory  
Of his calloused fingers
Like he etched his initials into my skin
I, robed in his jacket
That still smells like him

I dance whenever I recall
Our nights together
When we exposed it all
I was the sea
We took and gave
& elated, he splashed
Inside my waves
 Mar 2019 Merinda
Rachiel
Deep long breath,
Freshly brewed coffee,
Scriptural versus for the soul,
Sweat session on the yoga mat,
You got this day!!!!!
Some days are difficult to start and some are difficult even before the previous night. Whoever is reading this or looking for some motivation, you got this day!!!! Sometimes you just need to get the morning right.
 Mar 2019 Merinda
raphæl
language
 Mar 2019 Merinda
raphæl
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 Mar 2019 Merinda
East Wind
Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.
I write poetry, however bad they might be, to help me analyze my feelings.
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