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  Apr 29 aphroditez
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
  Aug 2022 aphroditez
Ally Ann
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't
  Aug 2022 aphroditez
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
  Aug 2022 aphroditez
Mykenzie
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
  Aug 2022 aphroditez
Brooklyn
She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that  
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.
aphroditez Dec 2020
Pay attention to the music
especially its lyrics and tone
whenever I share it with you

untold stories; unsaid words
everything is inside of that song
all you have to do is to sit back and listen
aphroditez Mar 2020
They told me,
to pour everything that i have
and now they are asking me
why am i so empty.
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