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 Nov 2017 spacewalker
Lior Gavra
When a tweet, no longer comes from a bird.
A message, no longer written in words.
A picture, determines your current worth.
A swipe, is not for payments against earns.

Your world, no longer restricted to earth.
Your voice, can control your universe.
Games, without company, a box.
Books, used to be written, forgot.

Love was in letters, not characters.
Eyes looked straight, not down.
Communication, in touch were sound.
Reactions, were not button frowns.

Food shared, not delivered.
Noise surrounded, not muted.
Hands shaken, not email awaken.
The world was claimed, but not hidden.

An automated world,
not an automated me.
 Nov 2017 spacewalker
Lior Gavra
There is a story to tell.
I met a person.
There is much to tell.
Choked up emotions.

The person listens.
Reads my stories too.
Not only the intro,
but the whole thing through.

Tells me I am great,
when I know the truth.
This has to be fate.
Because it soothes.

Positive and,
Appreciates.
Hard work, effort.
Invigorates.

The person fills,
me with words.
When I am lost,
and I am slurred.

Hair so curly,
Maybe straight.
Not sure, did
not speculate.

Eyes brown,
maybe blue.
Come to think of it,
it is you.
 Nov 2017 spacewalker
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Shhhh
 Nov 2017 spacewalker
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Shhhhh did you hear me scream
Shhhhh it's in your dreams
Shhhhh did hear me cry
Shhhhh can you tell me why
Why am I screaming and crying
Why do I feel like I am dying
Shhhhh why do I look so sad
Shhhhh why is she so mad
Tell me why we didn't just talk
Why did I just get up and walk
Shhhhh do you know how you make me feel
Shhhhh why is this so unreal
I know this love is in my heart
I think it just needs a kick-start
Shhhhh why do I stare at the phone
Shhhhh why do i feel so alone.
Wandering
 Oct 2017 spacewalker
Mel Kay
Dear Daddy

You put your hand on my leg in the movies.

I wanted you to stop.

You hugged me.

I wanted you to stop.

You smiled at me.

I wanted you to stop.

Imagine being afraid of a stranger,

Imagine that stranger was your father.

Signed your 8 year old daughter.
I'm sorry about this one.
 Sep 2017 spacewalker
Jennie
Do you realize you haunt me?

You haunt me when I shower,
Because I can't seem to scrub off the grime you left.
You haunt me when I listen to music,
Because you played music the whole time.
You haunt me with each step I take,
Because you once told me you loved watching me walk.

Do you realize you haunt me?

You haunt me when I smile,
Because you said my smile is what drew you towards me.
You haunt me when I love,
Because you told me you "owned" me now.
You haunt me when I breathe,
Because you told me I'd never forget you as long as I was breathing.

Do you realize you haunt me?

You haunt me when I pass a white house,
Because that's the color of the house we were in.
You haunt me when I see a green door,
Because that's the door color of the room I was locked in.
You haunt me when I try to be passionate with someone,
Because you wouldn't take no for answer.

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You stuck a knife in my heart
as you walked away, one final time
and you twisted the blade,
when you never looked back
the wind carries me to an island
floating through my memories
I’ve glided through the past
my heart is yearning to go back
to summer roast duck
in the Swedish city,
not far from the train
that takes us back home
or the ferry to Bornholm
the island my heart desires
freedom on a bike
rolling hills to my right,
filled with fields of wild lavender
as well as the aimless lone windmill
to my left, with my arms spread wide
my head tilted back
coasting down the hill,
is the vast expanse of the ocean
the blue that meets the clear skyline
the air is hot and sticky
yet the sun beams leaving a hot burn
I can feel this day,
if I just shut my eyes
as if I were on the island
which was not far from home
when the ferry took us back
Home, where the people are themselves
where they depend on each other
their culture unites them
in a city I fell in love with
in a way I’ve never loved before
Copenhagen

I love you like I can never love another
love is not always a person
He broke my trust
and took my body
throwing away my affection
and degrading my virtue
ripping open my heart
digging through my emotions
it's controlling my thoughts
listlessly infesting MY mind
and poisoning MY head
seeping into MY BONES
taking over MY SANITY
entirely disturbing MY BEING
but NEVER MY DIGNITY
There’s no other choice but to wear them,
The drawer offered nothing but these.
An odd pair of socks might be quirky,
Odd sizes don’t normally please.

The one at my ankle was spotted,
The other was striped to the knee
The latter two sizes the smaller,
The former quite large by degree.

This mismatch I thought to keep secret
And cover the dissonant pair.
I chose from the wardrobe some trousers
And shoes, with considerable care.

My ruse would conceal the divergence
From prescribed social standards of dress
And none would be any the wiser
My discomfort I’d have to suppress.

Now, it’s harder to mask discomposure
When physical pain has attacked.
The small sock had cramped my toes tightly
That blood didn’t flow, was a fact.

My colleagues regarded me strangely
For they could see nothing amiss
But I could feel cold perspiration,
Anxiety I couldn’t dismiss.

It was then that I felt a strange itching,
The striped sock began to descend
And round my right ankle it wrinkled
And bulged at the trouser leg end.

Dismayed at my great consternation
But clueless to what was awry
My friends made comforting gestures
Need of which I could only deny.

The moral of this story’s transparent
Socks are always best worn as a pair
Their nature is in the relationship
Which provides a well-balanced air.

And take the trouble to remember
Be congruent in all that you do
For disparity will often bring discord
And that path, you’ll certainly rue.
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