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 Apr 2014 A
Circa 1994
she wrote her number on a cigarette.
three days later I inhale smoke as the numbers burn away.
the pile of ash on the ledge of the balcony is the only proof that she ever existed.
if she doesn't exist then I can't miss her.
I didn't lose her because she was never here.

but the smoke feels heavy in my lungs
and that's proof enough.
it felt as though those digits were swirling around,
choking me
so that with every cough I ingrained the memory of her deeper in my mind.

*she's gone. she's gone. she's gone.
 Apr 2014 A
witchy woman
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
 Mar 2014 A
Alyssa McWilliams
Music,
your music,
every song has once remended you of another girl,
another relationship,
in another time.
Songs of sweet love,
and never giving up,
songs of hope,
and romance.
I would listen with you,
but couldn't help but know,
that it was another,
they
were
once
for.
None of those songs are ours,
none define us,
we can not be held in lyrics.
Only pure emotions can describe us,
no group of phrases,
hold
what
one
note
can.
The first song you ever showed me was pure,
it was a new song to you,
as we were,
to each other.
There was no history behind it,
no exes it could remind you of,
no words trying to grasp the concept of love.
Only music.
Only love.
Only us.
Explosions in the Sky - Your Hand in Mine
 Mar 2014 A
Jordan Frances
I wish I knew
The reason you stopped trying
To find any remains
Of the body you left behind
Your beautiful soul still lingers
Could I be the reason?
I should have noticed, right?
I was always there for you
Oh, how I wish you knew
You do not go away
And I miss you day by day.
Six months is a long time
It feels like I got the news yesterday
My mind is jumbled with questions
Like
Why is it always the ones that everybody loves
That have to leave too soon?
I miss you, forever
But somehow
Over this last half a year
I have discovered more about myself
Than I ever could have imagined.
Thank you for giving me that opportunity
Even if it was painful for everyone.
But we all embraced each other's agony
And you taught us that lesson.
I may never stop missing you
But I will also
Never stop thanking you.
For Colin, tomorrow it will be six months since you left us. I have never known someone like you.  You were and are one of my greatest role models. Keep resting in peace sweet angel.
 Mar 2014 A
Jordan Frances
You tell me
"you can be anything you want to
you have come such a long way
i am so proud of you."
If only you knew the real me.
if only you knew the nights spent
hunched over the toilet, gagging  
curled up in the bath tub, bawling
hacking away
at the skin i wish i could shed.
wavering between
trying everything life has to offer
and completely giving up.
You don't know where i am
or where i have been.
I am wasting that potential
that you have always known
was there.
It is rotting away within me.
Based on something my manager said to me today, about how much I have matured and how I have so much potential. This is my reaction to it.
 Mar 2014 A
Roisin Sullivan
I almost forgot...
The way your eyes light up when:
You're looking at me,
You find something amusing,
You hug me tightly,
You talk about the future,
You say "I love you."

I almost forgot...
How my heart starts pounding when
I open the door
And see you standing there,
Waiting to hug me,
Handsomely smiling at me,
Saying "I love you."
 Mar 2014 A
Rodney Mcfarlane
I was nothing 24 years ago
what i would become, no one could ever know
2 years later i was nothing but considered a miracle
cultivated in tough realities if i could make that applicable
at the age of 5 still was nothing but i was somewhat talented
moving the way i was no one could ever fathom it
Age 10, i was a role model for my sisters
still nothing but had to be about my dead beat fathers business
he was never there so i had so many things to bear
so i sold dope at 14 to keep all my so called friends near
lost an angel, so i felt like i was nothing without her
15 yrs old and i told very few people about her
18 started making tough choices on my own
21 i actually got the courage to live all alone
Started my own foundation, i conceded temptation
stayed true to my black people in every situation
23 i made a life changing choice
did it as a stepping stone so my kids can have a voice
now im 24 and im still nothing
but i figured i could say a little something
 Mar 2014 A
Alyssa McWilliams
I never understood,
why being quite some days,
is sinomis with being upset.

Some days I just like to watch,
I find that if most people took the time to observe,
we would have a lot more optimis.

Sometimes you need to get out of your own head,
and just watch and listen to others,
because that is the only way you'll ever understand them.

Some days you need to stop talking,
over all of the voices,
that are trying to teach you so many lessons.

When you are talking,
you are not learning,
but when you stop,
that's where the lesson begins.

You don't always have to be the one telling the punch line,
to enjoy a friends smile.

People are too busy trying to do,
to actually be.
To just sit with your friends,
watch them interact,
and enjoy being there.
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