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 Apr 2013 Andrea
F White
Naught
 Apr 2013 Andrea
F White
my fingers are bruised
left, inside contours, running along the point .

a dull smear of pain

accidental smudges
of my fragility are  just
there-
lightly traced
against my joints

outside injury
where did you come from?

either way,

now you match
the

ache inside.
copyright fhw, 2013
 Apr 2013 Andrea
mads
Given.
 Apr 2013 Andrea
mads
Where is home,
Have I not yet lost my soul?

And did you lose all faith
Before you even knew the meaning?

Have you swapped faces
Before you even saw your own?

And does the weight of the ocean
Drag you so far down
That you look up to see the bottom?

Did you ever care at all?

My soul is gone,
False meaning ate the faith,
My vision was distorted before I even knew how to see,
The ocean swallowed me
And no, I do not care to be.
I don't think the last part makes sense but translate it how you wish.
 Mar 2013 Andrea
Cass
my family taught me that nothing stays
and nothing is worth the fight

school taught me that there will always be problems
that i am too dumb to solve

my friends taught me to expect the worst
and how to take their love with grace

sports have taught me how to run away as fast as i can
but stay close enough to touch

the news has taught me that i am insignificant
and just a statistic to their records

he taught me that i am the world
and then took it away from me

you taught me that temporary love is okay
and it's all you'll ever give me
 Mar 2013 Andrea
F White
Puck
 Mar 2013 Andrea
F White
A string of diamonds-
it's not mine,
for I am a thief
plucking the jewels of Time

they rest on webs of cob
and grass
and trickle upon
the winter glass

but I need no gold,
nor silver spun
because I gild that which I touch
with the kiss of the sun.
copyright fhw, 2013
 Mar 2013 Andrea
Aiden Williams
Two
Bodies caressing each other,
Complimenting the skin tones,
As they touch one another.

Perfectly synchronised,
The same but different.
A song so perfect,
It stays on repeat.
A melody so divine,
The dance is locked in your feet.
Their voice adds a sultry bass to your ear,
The rhythm of your heart,
Skips a beat.

The highs meet the lows,
And the ears begin to ***** up,
A love making duet you suppose.
To taste the sound of sweetness
to hear the emotion of love,
To see the chords of heat
To feel the harmonies of passion.

Mixes and blends
of the tongue-twisted music.
The emotions profound,
felt from tap and synth.
An audience of two
Hear the touch of rhythmic blues,
As the piano keys play,
And a guitar riff ensues.
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