Tag: Short poetry


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The spaces between.

Poetry is not

In the words

It is in

The spaces between-

So heavy

With feeling

That when

The poet shivers

You feel

The cold.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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I see poetry

Everywhere I go-

In your lonely eyes


The haunted songs

The sad trees

In your garden


You can’t

Marry loneliness

And wonder why

Happiness won’t fall

In love with you.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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Your absence


Its icy fingers

Around my soul,


The poetry

Out of me.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

P.S. Sorry for disappearing. I have too many exams. *sigh* You know how it is, right? 

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Your laughter

Presses against me

And bubbles

Out of

My mouth


I marvel

At how much

You taste

Like my


Come alive.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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Poetry is not written

With words

Its written with feelings

Dipped in heartbreak,

With a pinch of fear

Thrown in, with sorrow

Seeping in through the

Edges, and packaged with

Loneliness, complete with a

Bow of melancholy

On top.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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