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 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Tom Blake
Snowflake
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Tom Blake
Although people have similarities
We are All  unique...    
Like. *
A snowflake.  



 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Cel Allarey
She was lost.
Lost because she forgot
Forgot because she was distracted
Distracted because she was too busy
Too busy because she attached herself to many
Many things that could never fill the void in her heart

She knew
Knew it would cost her
Her only choice was to let go
Go free in order to **find her identity.
(C) 2016
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 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
Last night, I did not think of you once ...
Every time I lifted the can to my lips, I knew you were just memory !

A tasteful, hurtful memory !
One that I can't get rid of the taste ...

Maybe I didn't .. Maybe I didn't forget you last night ! I just thought I did ..
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
Mother
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
I don't want to be a mother and have my children running their small petite hands over my scars and reminding me of the past, running their hands over them and asking what happened, running their hands over them and going mummy ouchies it will break my heart.....
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
“wrong number” came from a familiar voice,
On the other end of the phone before,
Hanging up.

“wrong number” the voice being very familiar,
It rings over and over in my head,
Who could it be.?

“wrong number”
“wrong number”
“wrong number”

…..

I called her the other day, I pretended it was the wrong number
I just wanted to hear her voice one last time,
I needed to hear her voice.
“hello?” her voice still
Clear in my mind,
The last persons voice I wanted to hear,
Before my car was wrapped around a tree.
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
WiLd
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
when the lights go out. its just me and you.

lips locked together
hands exploring bodies

moans
gasps
screams

your everything that for fills my addiction
my craving
your my cure.

your my daily dosage of ***, love and drugs in one

bite marks, scratch marks, hickeys and bruises...

just the taste of your skin in my teeth
your body on mine
our hands intertwined

saliva wasn't the only thing getting swapped that night
and its driving me.....

WiLd
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
roUGh
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
rough me up
play fight
kick, scratch, bite

hold me down,
kiss my neck,
tease me more.

step by step
planning my next move
tackle you to the ground..

lips to neck,
hands intertwined,
I am yours ... and
you are mine!
Does playing by the rules count for something?
Does following the system mean anything any more?
I hear so many ideals about what is right
But I don't see much of anyone going in that direction
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
NiTSUDD
Late nights of you I'm bound to yearn.
Still my heart I give you to waste.
Though your fair flesh was sweet to learn.
The aching end a bitter taste.
Can this world not show me any more?
Oh ever is my wound to heal?
So what do I keep breathing for?
Real emotion's such a drag to feel.
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
jeffrey conyers
She works at night.
Trying to make ends meet.
Gets arrested various times for her illegal trade.
We sit and judge her highly like we all are better.

We know many like this.
Some adapted well to it.
But in this case the story is different.
Her child must eat.
And all jobs she seeks pays not enough.
So she works at night to succeed.
While knowing the ends means she be arrested by the police.

Truth be told she doesn't like this trade.
But it takes survival to survive a tough world of judgement.
And after her arrest than everyone's wants to help.
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