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 Feb 2015 Ady
Em
your cigarette smoke
floats into my lungs
and out chokes
everything i meant to tell you
hours ago
when things could get better

but now your cigarette smoke
took a year off of my life
and a chunk of my heart
as i suffocate
under your presence
 Feb 2015 Ady
Nina
Drowning
 Feb 2015 Ady
Nina
my heart aches with an unknown purpose
it feels so tight in my chest
and it's so tight that I can't breathe
it's an ache that consumes my entire being
it makes me feel like I'm sinking
suffocated by grief
engulfed by the waves of anxiety and fear
pulled down to the depths of the ocean by the weight of the world
weight that I am not strong enough to carry on my own
trying to be strong so I can keep head above water,
but it's so hard when I'm all alone
 Feb 2015 Ady
ryn
Witch's Brew
 Feb 2015 Ady
ryn
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**make me a cauldron of a witch's
brew•let it bubble and boil...;
simmer and stew• allow the con-
coction to churn•feed it with raw an-
guish and spiteful spurn•whisper my wi-
shes into shady ingredients•scatter them in
to render it potent•stir it wild...with an iron
ladle with a wooden haft•raucous incanta-
tions of a long forgotten craft•...now give
me a vial of the witch's brew•let it
**** me or grant me the gifts
promised in lieu•
 Feb 2015 Ady
Seán Mac Falls
You are song,
Rain dropping on still pond.
You are sky,
I see Heaven in your eyes.
Your are peace,
A garden above the world.
Your are grace,
The gentle path of the swan.
You are knowing,
The wind that whispers alone.
You are star shine,
The dust that lights the plains.
You are vast ocean,
Mother to the Fathering atmosphere.
You are dancing light  .  .  .
 Feb 2015 Ady
beth fwoah dream
dancer of the clouds,
ink of dream,
as if the sky, hushed
and utterly forlorn,
turned a pirouette.
 Feb 2015 Ady
Francie Lynch
Our shelves are stacked
With novels
Retelling the journey.
Before novels,
There was poetry.

Our textbooks
Bind essays
Explaining and outlining
The thoughts
Of great thinkers.
Before essays,
There was poetry.

Our stage,
Our world,
Are replete
With dramas
Mirroring our plight.
Before drama,
There was poetry.

Before poetry,
There was
The Great Boom,
Expanding into
The vacuum;
Making the universe
Our metaphor.
 Feb 2015 Ady
Daisy Fields
lay with me,
rest your bones.
here you are loved,
here you are home.
smells like peace,
tastes like fire.
feel the heat,
of sweet desire.
here hearts race,
and time goes slow.
sparks fly high,
and bodies flow.
locked eyes,
squeezed thighs,
we feels so high.
we're young,
and crazy,
and so alive.
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