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Mar 2014 Fah

Olga Valerevna

i'd like to tell you something i have never said before
if you are here then listen, i won't say it anymore:

i've grown to see a life through two profoundly different eyes
reality in synch with both beneath the cloudy skies
i've realized the origin of each world that i've seen
and i have put my feet upon the space that's in-between
but i can only stay in here until there's nothing left
until the ground i'm standing on is thoroughly bereft
and whether it is light or dark, my limbs will have to move
with everything inside of me, there's nothing left to prove

from a position of weakness

Mar 2014 Fah

Untitled

Mar 2014 Fah

Brycical

Untitled

late night street scholars
     smoke green on green trains
sing d-flow & p-funk hymns
with third-eye
         campfire heartspace
effervescent
  enlightenment
of the moon.

All united only
by the time in the most draconian sense
at "2:30am eastern standard time"
       our classroom
be on the 6th train heading uptown.

I saw this happening...

People keep calling me jesus--
     makes me nervous cause
             i'm starting to believe it.

We are all us.

Mar 2014 Fah

Whisper. (10w)

Mar 2014 Fah

mads

Whisper. (10w)

I wish ladybeetles could talk,

They'd tell the sweetest stories.

Mar 2014 Fah

Filling spaces between sheets

Mar 2014 Fah

mads

Filling spaces between sheets

I burnt your face into the sheets

The world has spun again

I am done, with your empty everything.

Took the world from my grip.
I drowned again in your scent.
I burnt your face into the sheet.

But I'll love you forever

Mar 2014 Fah

His/her/my/our head is a mess.

Mar 2014 Fah

mads

His/her/my/our head is a mess.

There is a certain kind of sadness
pooling deep within your eyes
and every time you smile
every time you laugh
it shines so bright
I'm sorry.
so
the hour,,
glass is ticking
and dripping and crack-
ing. will you fall down again
tonight, graze a new knee, tango with
new tears and taste a different kind of dirt. With
beautiful bruised lips like yours, I bet you never knew.

Well... this was unsuccessful

Mar 2014 Fah

Pixie dreams.

Mar 2014 Fah

mads

Pixie dreams.

And we dance upon toadstools,

drinking the teeth of dandelion lies,

we leave them speechless,

promising the world will die before us.

I'm tired and maybe I'll write more later, stay tuned for the next instalment of this horrible mess, friends.

Mar 2014 Fah

ii

Mar 2014 Fah

blair asher

ii

capricorn:* cover your heart in acrylics like you are art and promise yourself you'll leave after this one last kiss (you won't, you never do)
aquarius: you never stopped trying to be your own worst nightmare and this is why people find their breath of fresh air in you
pisces: something about the way shouting something off of a rooftop never feels the same as whispering it in their ear
aries: you are both a quiet tuesday morning and a tornado in the middle of april and there's never been a more beautiful disaster
taurus: you are the apology strung between two streetlights and you will never give up on finding the worst person to love
gemini: you are something along the lines of a fairytale but i think your author was drunk because this isn't going how it should
cancer: you are something of a tsunami stored in shaky palms and uncertain breaths and she will still love you with 100 mph winds
leo: you are nothing less than the scream your heart begs to let out when you feel like you're losing them and i want to punch it out of you
virgo: picking flower petals*—they love you, they love you not, they love you, they love you not, they love you, they know you want to die, they love y
libra: and ten years from now, you will still be falling in love with people the same way others skydive from planes
scorpio: you are more than the last "im sorry" between two people whose infinity was shorter than it should have been
sagittarius: death has been flirting with you from across the room all night long and there's a good chance that it's love at first sight

Mar 2014 Fah

Writers Block

Mar 2014 Fah

mads

Writers Block

Again, like a clogged drain filled with leopard fur,
The tantalising words of my next and newest mind burst
Seeped through and escaped.

Most nights I wish I could escape
From monsters I cannot see,
Hear or feel...
Are they even monsters at all?

I keep finding hell's butterflies,
but I don't think they're real any more.

Other minutes pass and I'm stuck on remembering
A single line that was never meant to enter my mind.

A whole day now has introduced a double cosmos
Swirling its nebula around my toes,
I'm still stuck here but it's cosy...
And I'm wholly overcome with mesmerising tastebuds.

1. I don't think hell butterflies ever existed.
2. The cosmos doesn't touch your feet, but if you stare at the stars long enough, you become them.
3. I'm tired
4. Welcome to my mind on an indifferent day