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 Jun 2016 unwritten
erin walts
I am an inspiration.

I sing to the birds
I sing to the cat
I pray to the god and goddess
I cleanse my spirit with smoke
I talk to the trees
I talk to the sky

If you could only see me this way

In the cool gentle morning
The birds sing back
The cat purrs warm
The trees wave hello

And the sky

The sky shines.*

The god and goddess are here with
Me
And
My spirit is cleansed with smoke

There is enough love to go around for
Me*



Your love is a joke.
 Jun 2016 unwritten
stargirl
both of our eyes were brown, but yours had this beautiful depth.
this instant allurement.

you smiled at flowers, learned about the elements, sipped from the ponds, played in the dirt; splashed in the ocean.

we chased each other around like the winds of tornado.

there wasn't a day where the sun didn't kiss your forehead good morning,
and a night where the moon didn't watch you doze off.

you read tea leaves like a nun and her bible scriptures.

i was never alone.
whether together or apart, you managed to illuminate me,
to bring me to life on the days where my only question was to live,
to beckon my best self forward, and leave the worst one behind.

there's no doubt in my mind that the worst is yet to come, i'm just glad i get to spend it with you.
i was watching criminal minds and then i got the sudden urge to write, voila
for seven years
we kissed
through
so many days,
good
bad
indiffernt
i thought it wold last
your kiss
till the end
your kiss
splits me open
your absence
kills me
kisses me, haunting
and faded
i cry
for what i did not
find.
 Jun 2016 unwritten
Jeff Stier
My father died
from a gun shot wound
to the head

self-inflicted

Don't get all weird about it.

Fathers die
and their passing
though certain
is rarely easy.

So what can I say of this man
so many years
after his emphatic end?

I can say what Whitman said
of Lincoln:
"O Captain, my Captain.
Rise up and hear the bells."

But he will not.

He was ever-present
wise and alert
a boxer in life
a fighter in every way.

And I grew up with the gloves on
quick
elusive
and thanks to him
successful in every ring.  

He died
******* on a lit tobacco stick

Emphysema was gonna
take him down
so he pulled his own trigger
saved his family that way
though that's a longer tale

Therefore
and whereas
this is a belated requiem
for a man I loved.
My Captain.
Dear and departed
these many years
may he rest in peace
as he never rested
in life.
 Jun 2016 unwritten
Maria Imran
Just how many times
I've paired words one and two,
lines after lines that spell nothing
but the damage you've caused.
The colossal, irreversible, unchangeable damage
that has blotted onto my soul most darkly, dreadfully.
How many times
Have I just
Paired lines after lines to spell that.
It doesn't go.
Hasn't yet, at least.
 Jun 2016 unwritten
iridescent
your favourite song is playing.

and
for a moment,
nolstagia felt like you-
transient and
somewhat like a foggy
window on a rainy day.

it was cold
and you
were the only warmth
nearby.

when
the first droplet falls to the sill,
the next follows;
what a pity,
they collide
never again.

the most played song
in your playlist,
i reckon,
has long been replaced.

and.
i suppose.
today.
i'm not putting this song
on repeat again.
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