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Aug 2014 Blanket

Apathy

Blood and fury boiling
I caress the raging waters,
I try to calm their roiling
But create a hurricane.

Lightning strikes the walls
Burning holes within my heart
Down my face, the rain is falling
As the world around me rips apart.

#fear #anger #crying #stress #rage #fury

Aug 2014 Blanket

Celation

Aug 2014 Blanket

Aeya Jean Johnson

Celation

Underneath the maple tree
I drew my last breath.
No longer a child,
My courage has fleeted,
Bravery abandoned.
I can no longer hide
As the flaming leaves
Cover placid skin.
Colder I grow
As I fall away to dust.

                                                                               *There are worse ways to die
                                                                                     Than being devoured by
                                                                                                   The maple tree.

Can I not be abandoned by you?

Celation: concealment.

#love #heartbreak #hate #hide #death #tree #longing #cold #abandon #maple

Aug 2014 Blanket

mask

Aug 2014 Blanket

May D

mask

you hide behind your
painted lips of dahlia
and charcoaled eyes

thinking cheap concealer
can enshroud the
burning thoughts
that churn in your mind

#depressing #sad #hide #depressed #thoughts #thought #burning #conceal

Aug 2014 Blanket

not me.

Aug 2014 Blanket

Marlo

not me.

I look in the mirror.
I don’t appear.
This girls eyes are stained red.
Her hair, a rat’s nest.
Her cheeks are red.
Pale skin.

I try to think.
My mind doesn’t pop up.
I swim through my head trying to find it,
But the smoke gets in the way.
I see nothing real.

Nothing matters, will matter, or ever has mattered
In this haze of mine.
The only concern
Is how many giggles I can release
Per minute.

I have goose bumps,
My feelings are nonexistent.
I’m walking through a dream.
I don’t have to dwell on sadness,
I can release myself into a different kind of wild.
The kind I control.
In my head.

. *** .

#sad #life #hide #confused #drugs #depressed #demons #mind #wild #ew

Aug 2014 Blanket

A Year In a Poem

Aug 2014 Blanket

Valora Brave

A Year In a Poem

A year's worth of growing
again by her side
So much time to become knowing
how I handle, how I hide
This year I wrote a poem called "Plates,"
which subtly revealed our sorry fates

A year's worth of distance and trauma.
You are unaware that I have beared
though you bear it too
We began to constantly fight.
So I wrote a poem for you called "Blue"
and it was about that night.

A year's worth of time
to let your anger unwind
yet the finger remains pointed at me

You say it's not my fault
although it may be
But I was too young to discover
*How the loss of love for a daughter
is impossible to recover

#hide #time #growing #know #worth #grow #knowing #side #plates #handle

Aug 2014 Blanket

I overheard

Aug 2014 Blanket

BianchiBlue

I overheard

dialects of dogma in the corner
coffee shop - I recognized them
too easily, as an expatriate
heard clearly in the crowd across the square,
where I’d rather be blending in,
forgetting my mother tongue, speaking
an unknown language, written
by the dust of my boots, learned
through the salt of my skin, weathered
as the pages of my Bible are worn
and consumed alone
with God in the corner
booth of this coffee shop

#god #coffee #forgetting #language #bible #dogma

Aug 2014 Blanket

MAKE OR BREAK (AN EXCERPT)

Aug 2014 Blanket

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia

MAKE OR BREAK (AN EXCERPT)

He sought to break

What he could not shake in its fury

He sought to beat

What he could not fight at its strongest

He slacked when time slept

In its weakest moment

He forgot to fix the cracks on his happiness,

To ruin the battle of his sorrow,

To beat the taunting teeth of hardship

He watched as champions

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

#self #past #the #forgetting #patience #writers #creative #worth #african

Aug 2014 Blanket

Satisfaction

Aug 2014 Blanket

chris m

Satisfaction

Catch yourself wandering though memories
Shades of maroon and purple panging and banging demanding commanding your gut and your dreams at night

Burn it
ashes/ashes
the moment unpronounced
a blessing and a curse
bouncing in and around your mothers regrets- ashes
reminding you that there are some things you’ll never know
some things you’ll never forget
lips parted and toenails painted
a whole life
one’s existence unmarked by your
conscious/subconscious
Vacations and children and mortgages and dreams and ashes
late nights on phones calling long distance to
men/women/lovers/friends
and people you’ll never meet
people you’ll never speak to

Heartbreak is an abandonment of trust
a mouthful of ash
but it’s only the first step in forgetting a life
and leaving the dream
leaving the castle crumbling real fast
the castle built but past
satisfied with the obliteration of
one name/one face/one forgotten
at last

CAMP Prompt: Write about the moment you forget someone

#forgetting #reflection #remembering #ash

Aug 2014 Blanket

How Do I Forget Thee

Aug 2014 Blanket

Rahman Mostafiz

How Do I Forget Thee

Passing the ‘Anwara Noor’
I promised to forget
What I have kept with thee
Or what madness obsessed you
Loving, in dream even, me.

Protima, believe me, my dear
No stone I unturned from then
To struggle to erase
Memories sweet or panic
From my oblivion I possess.

But standing before the mirror,
To have a copy of my own brand
Or some broken images of me,
Nothing I get visible
Except its betrayal I do see.

In a flash, then, my dearest known
And very dearly own,
Ninety thousand faces of
Thy lovely chicks appear before me.

Now, tell me, dear, how do I forget thee!

© Rahman Mostafiz

https://www.facebook.com/Rahman.Mostafiz.Official

#forgetting #seperation #rahman #mostafiz