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 Jul 2014 Hayleigh
Life
Rest
 Jul 2014 Hayleigh
Life
Tonight,
I will fall asleep,
to the sound of rain.
I love meeting with my childhood friends
because in their eyes I could see
the reflection of the child I once was
I could find the little spark I once had
And I lost it through the stormy times

And childhood friends, they are the best dream keepers

When I meet with them I see the dreams I then had
And I feel so happy to have entrusted them with this task
Because child’s dreams should never be lost

And we adults, we are constantly losing dreams
together with our keys, our phones,
our passwords and our identity

I love meeting with my childhood friends
They bring me back on my feet with just a smile
It seems as though they know
some secret passage to my happy face

And it’s not easy to have this task
Because we constantly change
Every year, every month, every week,
Every day, every hour, every minute
Every second and every moment
But childhood friends, they know best
how to keep your dreams safe
They know when to give your spark back

Dreams can change, they evolve, but the spark
for letting your dreams lead your life
She is safe in your friends eyes
And the moment you need her she just appears
Right there across the table while drinking a coffee

And the spark is all you need to follow a dream
Because dreams, they should never be lost
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
 Jul 2014 Hayleigh
SG Holter
When I cover your name
Tattooed on my left
Pectoral,

I look pretty much like
Me from right before
I sat down in

My brother's tattoo chair,
Eric Church playing on
The stereo,

Your face on my retina, like
Some beautiful snow blind-
Ness, and nearly as

Deceivingly temporary.
"You really want to
Do this, bro'?"


Machine in hand, *"It'll be
There forever..."
"So will she. Write."
 Jul 2014 Hayleigh
Louise
My Heart
 Jul 2014 Hayleigh
Louise


I think I'll take my heart
and wrap it up
put it in storage
and wish it luck

It needs to stay dormant
and on it's own for a while
the type of love it's receiving
is just not its style

I'm really not capable
at this moment in time
to get the love it needs
or release it to fly

It needs to stay put
for some time yet
there's others to think of,
their needs to be met

So I'll carry on writing
about romance and love
keep dreaming about it
and smile and laugh

I'll fetch it down when I'm ready
when I feel it's time
but I'll leave it safe
on that shelf up high

I'll take my heavy heart
and wrap it up tight
let it rest through the day
and get a good sleep at night


Wrote this last year during a bit of a low time.
You're so welcoming
You're here for anyone, with open arms
You love all of the people around you.
Yet, when you open your arms in your
Short sleeve knit
I see scars
Scars all up and down your arms
Some old
Some new
And it makes me see
Someone so beautiful
That makes everyone else
Feel so beautiful
And loved
Can feel so worthless and unloved
And I see now.
I see why you are the way you are,
           You're so welcoming
                 To everyone
  Because no one ever was to you.
 Jul 2014 Hayleigh
harlee kae
day 14
 Jul 2014 Hayleigh
harlee kae
i miss having someone always text me goodmorning and having someone to text goodnight to at the end of the day. i miss having someone tell me they love me. i miss knowing that if i get a day off i'll actually have something to do besides sit at home. and i miss being touched. being held and being kissed and having someone to tell my life to. because we were together for 441 days. and i dont know how to be apart.
 Jul 2014 Hayleigh
Syd
you know what I think? I think sleep is for people who aren't up all hours of the endless night spending each second whole heartedly loving someone. I think 2 a.m was invented for poets writing poems upon poems about the curvature of his jawline or how her lips taste like stardust and sunshine because one never seems to be enough and do beauty the justice that true love demands. how could you possibly sleep knowing you're wasting minutes and moments and hours spent being subconsciously elsewhere while her hands are empty and he's out there somewhere whispering to the moon and the stars and Jupiter and whoever else is willing to listen about how beautiful you are when you don't think anyone is looking? I once had an entire conversation with the sun about your laughter and the calluses on your palms and the very next night I found myself screaming your name at the sky demanding answers from a solar system that only offered even more questions. the north star swallowed my memories of my head on your chest and your heart beat in my ear and now all I'm left with are smudged letters and holes in the walls a little too big to fit my fists. I want to kick the door of history clear off it's hinges and choke on splinters of pride and apologies. I want to tell you that I intend to fill every single empty part of your heart with my hands and your hands with my soul. you told me I was beautiful. I always knew you were looking.
 Jul 2014 Hayleigh
Donna Arden
I feel as though I have spent 8 years
Re writing the same character
Portraying the same role
Changing a suitable title
The endless idealist
Like the struggle of the activist
Against emotional crimes


DK
JUNE 2013
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