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  Nov 2018 ali
Nico Jackson
with flowers in her eyes
she looks so pretty when she cries

teardrops run down her cheeks
like water flows down solemn creeks

heart broken in two
by someone she thought she knew
ali Oct 2018
i wish to forget you.
but forever will you remain
in the soft curves
and sharp wit
of my poetry,
hidden
behind double meanings
and shards of my heart,

each line
its own wave,
stroking and begging
the shore
to remember,
please remember…
as seaglass eyes
meet my own,

and somehow
i’m drowning
standing still,
when slender hands
follow their own rhythm
and now
i am fire,
full of flames,

just then
those plush pink
lips
drip sugar-coated lies
and soon
i crave
the inadequacy
of your attention

i wish to forget you.
i may pretend,
but you are tangled
within my poetry-

this love may be mortal
but these words are eternal.
*inspired by poet Pablo Neruda* i miss writing, i miss my poetry, i miss the chance to escape and let it free. life is outweighing the burden of my emotions right now- my words are getting pushed further and further down from the stress. hopefully i can get back soon..
  Oct 2018 ali
Luna
This is for you:

-the girl who is so ashamed because of her acne,
-the girl who cries in front of her mirror because she doesn’t
look like Picasso’s muse,
-the girl who forgot how to smile because of her problems,
-the girl who cries her eyes out every night because of him,
-the girl who is so terrified to attach because of her past relationship,
-the girl who is different from the others,
-the girl who wants to save every soul she meets, except hers,
-the girl whose heart, blood and soul runs wild,

-you are so much more than the sprinkles from your skin.
-you're not Picasso’s muse, but you definitely are God’s muse.
-don’t waste your life being so stressed, just enjoy the journey.
-you need to be strong.Cry your heart out, but stop,your tears are too worthy , make them rare, for the real ones.
-try to love yourself first, then someone else.
-your future is not defined by your past.
-you need to save yourself first.
-run with them, darling, and never look back.

This is for you, girls.
You, no matter what, are good enough.
You are lovable.
You are strong.
You are independent.
You are different.
You are rare.
You are you, and that is your power, learn how to use it.
love yourself, girl
ali Oct 2018
he's a slow-motion
car crash.
he's hurtling
straight into this brick wall,
so calm,
typically these things happen
in an instant,
unpredictable,
but we can all see
where this is headed.
blurry faces
and unknown places,
stop and stare
at the collision
in motion,
predictable
and alluring.
metaphor for several things... i wonder what and who we each think of
  Oct 2018 ali
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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