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 Jun 2016 Sive Myeki
 Jun 2016 Sive Myeki
Some people say my love cannot be true,
Please believe me, and I'll show you.
I will give you those things that you thought were unreal.
The sun, the moon, the stars all Are my beings.

Now I have you with me, under my power
Our love grows stronger now with every hour
Look into my eyes, you will see who I am
My name is Lucifer, please take my hand.
 Jun 2016 Sive Myeki
 Jun 2016 Sive Myeki
I bow my head.
We sing in memory, songs that he loved.
I look around, everyone's in black.
It's like a big hole swallowing me,
And I can't get out.

I hear ladies sobbing, babies crying,
And faint screams in the distance,
Everything is blurred.

I smell fresh flowers and old women's perfume.
I feel the urge to scream, to scream as loud as I can.
To scream at the top of my lungs,
"Please don't be gone".
But I don't.
I keep it in, repeadtedly resciting it in my head.

I look around again,
Everything's gone.
It's just me, alone at his grave.
It always was, and it always will be.

They say that he talked to Angels,
And maybe I do too.
 Jun 2016 Sive Myeki
Dana Colgan
Miles of road ahead of her,
With miles and miles behind.

Exhausted from the journey,
All aid and kindness declined.

Clouds above get darker,
Where once the sun shined.

On and on she will travel,
Until all becomes aligned.
 Jun 2016 Sive Myeki
Matthew Goff
The peace of flowers is a tender orchestra
Ah the green
Slowly entertains my waiting
I imagine their notes
As the sun
Ah the sun
Warms my pen
 Jun 2016 Sive Myeki
Fatima Siraj
It's unbelievable finding someone so similar to you
that you can almost feel your essence in them
it's rare; but the moment they touch your soul
through their words,
the way they smile- acknowledging you alone,
how the sound of your name
the most beautiful symphony sliding off of their lips
that unique and unspoken feeling of
knowing that somewhere –
amidst a hundred people,
has a single thought of you
that thought becomes almost within your reach
close enough to grasp
if you extend your arms at the exact moment
but that's the struggle isn't it?
that perfect moment; so invisible, so absent.

- F.S
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