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 Apr 2017 J
Stephanie Frank
Dinners under the chandelier
Meaningless chatter and happy laughter
The delicious smell of quesadilla
Drifting through the air from the counter

Grandma rocking in a corner
Little ones sparked before her
Marveling at her skill with the needle
Entranced by the music from Grandpa's fiddle

Stories by the moonlight
Folktales by the fireplace
Connecting dots with the starlight
Losing track of time in space

She never knew the word 'pain'
Then she felt the pain of death
Till the betrayal of Cain
Till she craved the high of ****

Now pain is all she knows
Pain in all forms and doses
Be it through bullets and blows
Or even the thorns of roses

She's grown so used to it
It's started to feel normal
She's grown so accustomed
Without it she's incomplete

As she sits near the cliff's edge
She dares to think of happier times
As she uses her foot as a wedge
She remembers the oven clock's chimes

She remembers mama's cookies
Her favourite was chocolate
She remembers papa's banters
And Nana's beliefs in fate

She recounts Grandpa's pipe
His delicious mixed smells of tobacco and old person
That must be where the crave started
Her crave for the high of forgetting

As the nostalgia washes over her
She dares herself to cry
She removes her footed wedge
And begins to fly

As she flies she feels nothing
Only an empty fortress
A fortress filled with echoes
Echoes of happiness
So here it is, my first piece this year. Hope you like it. Tell me what you think.
 Apr 2017 J
Tiffanie Noel Doro
From silence to symphonies-
the rehearsal begins today
Whatever the outcome-
let it be

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
 Apr 2017 J
Juliann
I Am Ready
 Apr 2017 J
Juliann
Trust is like a flower;
Every time you break it
You rip off a petal and stamp it into the concrete

Trust is like a butterfly;
Every time you betray it
You break a wing and render it flightless

Trust is like a brick wall;
Every time you crush it
You chip away at the cement
You knock out the cornerstone

I still have petals
I still have wings
I still have mortar
I still have bricks
And here I stand
Albeit unsteady
But I am ready
Yes, I am ready.
 Apr 2017 J
Sincerely Em
Healing
 Apr 2017 J
Sincerely Em
The sharp icicles of her soul are hitting the ground
One by one they are falling


Winter is fading away ..
To our countless experiences, different journeys, and kind souls
Sincerely, Em
 Apr 2017 J
Kristen Renee Smith
A guy who hates cussing with a girl with turrets
A girl with ocd with a guy who's a mess
A guy who likes to wing it with a girl with a schedule
A girl who wakes up early with a guy that sleeps without rule
They're too different to remain together
But maybe they'll be perfect for each other
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 Apr 2017 J
Jay23
Smoke
 Apr 2017 J
Jay23
The cigarette hanging precariously
on the edge of that mouth. 
Those pursed lips exhaling smoke
and pouring my bedroom 
with the sick sweet smell of marijuana. 
Playing a body contortionist, eyes closed
to the beats of my favorite song. 
Dancing the last dance. 
And that wicked grin
playing no wicked games. 

Between wistful delirious visions of you
and the present unambiguous with your
absence,
sanity beckons.
And so I wait for your face to slowly
dissipate like the smoke
from your lit joint.
 Apr 2017 J
Lauren Ehrler
Hello
 Apr 2017 J
Lauren Ehrler
It started with hello
With no where to go.
You then me.
How could this be?

It was great for weeks,
But then came streaks
On my heart.
They hurt like a dart.

Months of nothing
How was it something?
It didn't end in good bye
I just watched it fly

Miscommunication broke it
And I choked on it-
The words and tears,
I would have no fears.

I left because of you,
But who wears the shoe?
Who gets the blame,
And all of that fame?

Has it happened to you?
It doesn't have to..
TALK.. please
Don't let it freeze
Finally got it out right..
 Apr 2017 J
Gregory Dun Aer
The caverns,
so dark
so dreary
such a shame
the view
may have been
mesmerising.
Stalactite sharpened
to a fine point
like a quill
used to write
letters of love
and courtship
every day.
Above the horizon,
the constant drip
of water echoes
against the
brown dusty
walls,
a pool forms
as clear as
wine glass.
The sound
of breathing
mockingly
mimics the
howling wind,
the chilli air
shares
a hug with a
touch
that settles
its frost
into the bones.
The caverns,
with only a peel
of light is
let through,
the pebbles
crumble
underneath
the feet,
the bridges
connect
two darker
places like
a stitch
tied over
a blistering
wound.
This is
the abyss
that abaddon
has abandoned,
and it may
just be the most
peaceful
place.
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