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 Mar 2015 AFJ
torrey
Art
 Mar 2015 AFJ
torrey
Art
Is this what it's like to be a poet?
To taste every goodbye, to feel every moment?
To feel every detail, to see every flaw?
To kiss every star as the night starts to fall
To fall in love with the way the sunsets
To dream of the birds from dusk to dawn

Is this what it's like to be a painter?
To find it captivating the way the earth moves
Mesmerized by your very own torment
Never caring if anyone else approves
Ingenious, stamped across your forehead

Is this what it's like to be an artist?
To find beauty in the pain that transcends
From the demonized garden growing within?
To find something alluring in the way
*People walk away
 Mar 2015 AFJ
Melissa Ann
Homes
 Mar 2015 AFJ
Melissa Ann
We are flesh
and blood
and bones.
We are muscle
and we
are skin.  
This is what houses us,
our soul.
It does not define us,
our worth.
We're perfectly designed
differently
To help love
and understanding
grow
for the generations
to come.
 Mar 2015 AFJ
Dawn King
Faith Mantra
 Mar 2015 AFJ
Dawn King
In the back alley of a lost borough
A jet black wildcat adorned with silver and gems
Meets with a company of wolves

The aroma of chamomile and lavender
Lay heavy in the air

The north winds arrive
Questioning their summons
But remain in an army of dust devils

A shaman reveals himself

The group proceeds out into a ground cloud
Chanting archaic languages
To the banshee’s of dying beliefs
 Mar 2015 AFJ
abby
i'm wondering about you wondering about me
i'm killing myself just to remain interesting
cutting my skin to have a story to tell
smoking cigarettes so maybe i'll forget about the blood
maybe tomorrow night i'll leak oceans out of my eyes
and **** time instead of the people i love

i'm wondering about god wondering about me
praying prayers i know won't be answered
whispering lies to myself on the floor of my shower
naked and alone and afraid and beyond everything
i'm smiling at my friends while the voice in my head screams
shivering in the heat and sweating in the cold

i'm wondering about me wondering about you
why weren't you there when i took too many pills?
it tore out my insides and lit flames down my throat
do you ever think about what it would be like to be happy?
maybe like floating or like the sound of laughing children
maybe not like white noise and static

*(a.m.c.)
 Mar 2015 AFJ
harlee kae
i would cut open my veins
if i could bleed out your wishes

just for a chance
to see you smile
at me
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