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 Apr 2014 RA
Jo Hummel
Aquamarine
 Apr 2014 RA
Jo Hummel
Can you imagine a life in black and white?
I wouldn't like to,
and greyscale never did expose the beautiful complexion
on which I planted fervent kisses
and meaningful whispers
hushed only with the lips of a soul
I can never seek to fathom.

And how would we see
the colors of our wounds?
The fangs of our demise
finding purchase in our skin
and draining all reds, blues, greens.

I think you bleed yellow,
and perhaps that is why you slit your velvet graces,
to find the happiness you know
is somewhere very
very
deep within.
 Apr 2014 RA
Yoni Sav
Distance
 Apr 2014 RA
Yoni Sav
I am fire
a burning flame

You pushed me away
prevented me from scorching your skin
stopped me from causing you pain

Distanced me from your life
prevent me from living a mark
stopped me from hurting you

I never meant to burn you
all I wanted was
to let you feel my heat

This distance only makes me burn stronger
until my flames can
touch you again.
yes.
This was wtitten in a school a bout a week ago, didn't edit it much.
 Apr 2014 RA
witchy woman
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
 Apr 2014 RA
hkr
and all of my demons?
they look just
like
you.
ten word
 Apr 2014 RA
paper boats
Spaces
 Apr 2014 RA
paper boats
You won't listen.
Why?
I'm shouting....
You hear me.
But,
You don't listen.

You say little,
Its always the same.
But,
I listen,
To unspoken words.

And they slowly drive me mad.
Its what isn't said that is the loudest......
 Apr 2014 RA
Zajan Akia
"Let's make snow angels"
She said to the boy

"But there's no snow...it's summer"
She laughed and lay down in the field
Spreading her legs
And throwing open her arms
As the grass shuddered
And surrendered
The shape of heaven

"There," she said and
Stood up
Walking away into
Her own silhouette

Leaving the man to
Stare at her outline
In the empty field
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