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 Dec 2014 Metanoia
WickedHope
I was standing atop the mountain
and the wind blew west
and I could see the leaves follow after her

I was standing atop the mountain
and as the snow fell I could see the smoke rise
and the ash became angels

I was standing atop the mountain
and the rams were fighting where she used to stand
and as one fell I had to look away

I was standing atop the mountain
and the sun was setting
and I could see the colors bleeding all over the sky

I was laying in the valley
and the rain made me cry
For someone special.
 Dec 2014 Metanoia
Jordan
You.
 Dec 2014 Metanoia
Jordan
Do you think of me,
As much as I think of you?
Because you're the first thing on my mind
When I wake
And the last thing on my mind before I sleep.
Let's just say I think of you all the time.
 Dec 2014 Metanoia
Kate Irons
faded
 Dec 2014 Metanoia
Kate Irons
how can you make me feel both empty and alive
 Dec 2014 Metanoia
oni
and while time
does heal all wounds,
time does not
heal the scars
 Dec 2014 Metanoia
oni
i learned
that my heart
is as large
as my fist,
but that
doesn't mean
that it is
as strong
 Dec 2014 Metanoia
Devon Webb
I wish I was
sober enough
to kiss you
properly
 Dec 2014 Metanoia
Devon Webb
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
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