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 Jun 2014 Hayleigh
ponny jo
Your words are rocking me,
Jolts like bats flap, and trees snap,
You pull me to and open wounds through,
I am trying to be too busy to remember, but I'm falling in again, who saw, who knew?

When I was running I forgot that I was tired, walking on like hills climb, in mountain valleys within moon shine.
Eyes of fire.

These hands shake with vehemence,
I've not lost for grievance,
Just maybe inside my mind some more
To watch plants grow through impedence.
Clinging to forcing eyes not forlorn.
 Jun 2014 Hayleigh
David Barr
Phanerogams are plants which produce seeds.
The wanton harlot may be laid against the wall, with legs splayed, and may also have given birth to unbridled rage.
However, even though such stages of development can be entitled as “*******”, it is worth noting that all behaviour has meaning, my darkened companion of presumed sophistication.
The scholastic scribes will etch their wisdom upon the hardness of our vile vanity.
I hold in my hand a gothic stone, where those who stand before the courts accused of heresy and witchcraft can plead innocence before chanting crowds of bloodlust.
The reaper will gather the harvest at Lughnasadh, whilst the olfactory nerve propagates her funeral games amidst the cutting of ancient cornfields.
As we perch upon the gallows end, let us join hands and chant the mantras of old.
Photosynthesis is a forensic entrancement where there is no rest for the sinner.
Let your heart drown in tears
To cleanse away the wound
From it shall spring eternal fountain
Of inspirations, to open your heart
To Love, Hope, and inspiration
Muses will come to drink from it
And poetry shall flow through you
Every particle of you enamored
By the sweet water, flows eternally
Replenish the soul and turn the tide
To delve deeper in to self-belief
And, embrace knowledge to fight a stormy world
Poetry is the panacea for a recuperating soul
For there is the eternal fountain to drink from*



















© Amitav (Radiance)
 Jun 2014 Hayleigh
SG Holter
Sverre's morning-affirmation


I soar above my own boundless
Imagination
Looking down onto areas I visited
In dreams from as long ago
As my faintest childhood

I remember everything
This is myself seeing the
Sense in it all
It *all


I am large enough to eat
Universes
Strong enough to rip black holes
In the fabric of time and space
I laugh with the gods

I am the only
Border
I own the edge of everything
I am innermost and outermost

I know not how to
Talk down to
Myself

In all I see
In this world
I see me
 Jun 2014 Hayleigh
JustChloe
I feel like a roller coaster
I go through all of these ups and downs
and I always end up where i started from
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