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Black hole

Moon eyed she goes 

She is one of the stars

Lonesome she is 

In the presence of Mars

 

Soon her reflection renews

She is a planetary part apart 

Memories become brand-new 

She is solo in this system 

 

And as the lights dim 

He becomes hers 

She sucks us in 

Until everything’s hers 

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Black hole   planet   stars   mars   identity   reclaim   memory   memories   reflection   girl   character   personality   abstract   metaphor   inner work   reflective   Introspection   introspective   inwards   analytical   masks   personas   self discovery   self work   possession

Jigsaw

JIGSAW

 

Brunette. Blonde

Black. Grey

I am auburn.

 

Hazel. Green

Brown. Blue

I am Grey.

 

Tabs, blanks

Pockets, sockets

Corners, middles

I am unique.

 

Flat pieces; four points

Innies and lock

The back

always Grey

 

Without me, you are not complete

With me, we are replete

 

A needle in the haystack

melancholic morning

Smea...

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outsider   home   hurt   love   person   sadness   depression   anthology   seekingpublisher   published   shape   sizes   found   lost   poetry   inspiring   thoughtprovoking   emotive   reflective   happy   pride   proud   confused   seeking

Welcome October

It was a cold and crisp evening, 

9:30pm and the full moon shone down

brightly on my path, 

Guiding me, 

As my feet crunched through

fallen scattered leaves. 

 

A sharp chill filled the air

And the smell of wood burning brought me 

back to the good aul days. 

If I had just awoken from a coma I 

would have known for certain that it 

was Autumn. 

 

Amber lea...

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autumn   cool   fireworks   october   reflective

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