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 Jul 2017 Evelyn
Colm
When
 Jul 2017 Evelyn
Colm
When words sprout limbs
And grow as trees in the summertime
Steadily until they bare their fruit
Then my thoughts will be hanging within reach
Would you pluck them as you'd pluck some fruit?
And take a tiny bite of me
At least my thoughts?
Would you, would you?
Would you, would you?
 Mar 2017 Evelyn
Colm
His Forearms
 Mar 2017 Evelyn
Colm
I see the way
My father’s arms
Are wearing out
And breaking down
Underneath this daily weight
And I am afraid
Of my own day
Which is yet to come
But will not stay away
Welcome to my world. :p
 Mar 2017 Evelyn
sunprincess
To a sweet poet living on the moon
good night and pleasant dreams,
sweet dreams, forever and always
good night,  i love you, muuuuuah!
xoxo
 Mar 2017 Evelyn
Simpleton
I sat on the front steps
With a little black suitcase
Waiting on a ride
To anywhere out of town

Leaving behind a trail of dust
I followed a cobbled path
Set sail
Allowed the wind to whisper in my ear

I searched for where I could disappear
A place that will hide me
Where the past can't find me
Anywhere to settle but here

Coastal towns and tea shops
Always looked so good on the screen
I once heard someone say
It's the closest to heaven they've ever been
 Jan 2017 Evelyn
Rebecca Corbett
Dad
 Jan 2017 Evelyn
Rebecca Corbett
Dad
There he sat, in that old leather chair.  Shrouded by a cloud of smoke of his own making. A firm grip on his glass, swirling the liquid as if he had all the time in the world. The golden hue of his drink is inviting. He takes a leisurely sip of his drink, allowing time to appreciate the flavour and the warmth that spreads within as it gratifies each corner of his mouth, he swallows almost as slowly.  He doesn’t need to look at the clock; he knows it is soon to be his time. His face is weathered and old and it bears no expression that would give insight to his thoughts. The cigarette in his free hand burns slowly and the smoke from it dances off into the air, making it hard to see.  A thin clear tube traces from inside his nose, across his tired face and over his ears, it is attached to an oxygen machine that inhabits the corner of the room.  He stares lovingly at the photos on the wall across from him, the photos of his daughters and their mother puts him at ease. He is relaxed and calm for he loves them more than can be explained or understood.  A smile settles on his face. ‘God bless my three girls' he thinks, his mouth giving way to another drink. He drifts off into the most peaceful of sleeps and his kind eyes close for the last time.
 Nov 2016 Evelyn
Michael L
Autumn is fading
Trees once clothed with amber leaves
Stand exposed again
good-bye Autumn, see you next year :)
my heart beat keeps me up at night
beating fast
beating hard
it hurts to move
it hurts to breathe
im so tired
but I can't seem to leave
don't think this is supposed to happen...it just keeps happening tho
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