Poetry
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By Savanna She lays on the table, a surgeon’s gaze Her own body, a canvas, in a sterile daze She makes the first incision, a careful cut Exposing the secrets, she’s long tried to shut Her heart, a muscle once full of life Now lies before her a withered, worn-out strife A maze of scar
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By Ictalurus Good artists steal but must add their own riff to have identity. I believe someone else is inside me, waiting for me to be alone when it won’t be strange to talk to myself. When I’m alone at last, they’ll come humming, blue light purring over me as I try to copy what
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By Naberius I’m stuck in this void of pain I know you don’t miss me, But every time I hear your voice, All I can think of is the way I would do anything to reset and change the truth. Although we never like change We know things would never stay the same And everything
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By Naberius Why did you bleed my heart in the first place? Stabbed my back, so you couldn’t see my face; Couldn’t talk this through; Both hated change, but you shredded this apart to the last bone for you to suck on; And I’m here waiting And you’re gone The blades of grass so sharp
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By Naberius The poison You left me Is the lingering larvae; Leaving on my karma For a laugh; Fogged vision, Got an epiphany Have to make a decision Shining the light; You don’t even care; But burned my cries; Better than you; Photochromic eyes Saw the shadow tears fall; Finally caught; The weak artery, Don’t
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By Naberius The butterflies In my stomach Punctured holes; Bleeding my heart even more For them to escape; My eyes couldn’t see, Didn’t realize I was free Saw the light; I know you are; But am I still blind? Who am I When these tears fly to the ground?; Couldn’t catch My heart out: Never
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By Savanna From the day we were created on this earth, we have always known sorrow; it is the heaviest thing we have ever carried. So why is it our identity that seems the most worn and tainted? Why do we choose to cover up the parts of our heart that are the strongest and
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By Naberius Even when we’re far away, you still fill my darkest days with sunshine. Butterflies in my whole body, reminding me of your beauty You know you’re pretty, the sassy beautiful vibe I love. The starry nights that glow from your eyes guide my crazy mind back into your life. Hazel-rare stars explode because
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