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 Sep 2016 R Arora
shermz
be like a diamond,
precious and rare
not like a stone,
found everywhere
.
.
.
*you're just like a diamond. so precious yet so hard and rare to find. so precious till a point that i want to keep you forever and never ever wanted to lose you.
gtjz, i love you so much.
-Shermine
 Sep 2016 R Arora
Morgan
Bruises
 Sep 2016 R Arora
Morgan
I swear with all my heart
Every boy I've ever loved
has wanted me to hurt

He set up a picnic
over the rail road tracks
just to watch the weight
of the train crush
my ribcage

And he laughed when
I asked why he'd do that...
Why he'd pretend that
this was lovely,
all the while knowing
that it would be ******

He laughed
and the butterflies
in my stomach
danced to the beat
of the breath between
his ivory teeth

And then I wonder why
pain is comforting,
And I wonder why
I feel alive
only when I cry

He said,
"This won't hurt a bit"
And then he ripped
my arm from the socket,
As I swooned over the
touch of his hand over mine

I said,
"I don't wanna be in agony"
And he said,
"Then stay the hell away from me"

And I could never decide
Which would cause more injury
 Sep 2016 R Arora
Andrew Lees
Today
 Sep 2016 R Arora
Andrew Lees
This desert needs
One drop of rain to
Burst in red and green again.

But bless my soul, my skin is parched.
What's yet to be will come to pass.
 Sep 2016 R Arora
Andrew Lees
Sorrows pinned upon the breeze
Delight in flight, as might the leaves
Stern autumn plucked from summer's sleeve
Gladly dancing death's reprieve.
Inspired by the work of Emily Dickinson
 Sep 2016 R Arora
Andrew Lees
I've many regrets.
Bent heavy with them.
In every direction, left buried in them.

I'm trembling with tension.
Ah, pity my heart.
Pity its labour in the pitiless dark,

Broken and artless.
Bitter, the sky.
Pity my wings, too withered to fly.

If pity remains, please pity the breeze.
Pity her soul, she keeps visiting me.
 Sep 2016 R Arora
Andrew Lees
Words in rows with
Fullstop beat,
Iambic heart and
Couplet feet
Pursued my pen with
Stately rage--
They chased it straight across the page!

Now their quarry's quit and done
They slouch off sulking, one by one.
The brave remain, by choice or chance:
Words in rows to turn and dance.
 Sep 2016 R Arora
Andrew Lees
Motion
 Sep 2016 R Arora
Andrew Lees
Strangeling ship on nervous seas,
Boiler stuffed with dust and leaves I thought I'd
fade

but worse, I'm me.
Wretched, an obscenity.

So fingers slicked in tangerine,
Done and wistful, dreaming, free...
I kiss the sea and drown in steam.
Ah, hopelessness! Extremity!
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