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 Sep 2016 axr
Em
Missing Fairytales
 Sep 2016 axr
Em
What we miss most is the
What could've beens.
We miss the late nights,
The vacations,
The soft touches -
We miss the bended knees and diamonds,
The names of children whose histories have yet to be written
We miss the histories we wanted to write but never found the right notebooks to scribble in -
We miss the bouquets,
The stolen glances.
The glasses of wine,
The memories that are somewhere between fog on the Golden Gate Bridge
And daydreams in Central Park.
We miss what was,
But more than anything,
We miss the happily ever after
that never began.
Tell me that you miss me, too. Because out of everyone I left behind, it's only you who continues to occupy space in my mind, every day.
 Sep 2016 axr
Matthew Goff
Not only have I withdrawn into the depths of my imagination but have lingered there for some time now and results escape my consciousness like impatient fragments unprepared and dressed like foreign fire.

All stains will be misunderstood save those which design intuition upon our sleeves.

We must pay attention all over again!
 Sep 2016 axr
Ghazal
Catch me when I'll fall
with the sun rays,
crossing clouds and
bursting into bright
rainbow colours,
Catch me when I'll paint
the fading sky orange,
dancing the monotony away,
I'll come to you, every day,
From dawn to dusk,
Feel my familiar touch,
Around you, don't miss me,
For when the day will fall and
I'll be gone, just look above
And you'll find me there,
Twinkling bright among the stars,
With my promise, with my truest promise,
That I'll meet you again, tomorrow,
Shining into your beautiful arms
 Sep 2016 axr
Lisa Pike
Monsters.
 Sep 2016 axr
Lisa Pike
What a difference a day makes.
It's a **** take
Up and down fast slow
Confusion and conflict
I fight not till the death

There's a hole,deep and dark
Monsters a plenty
My head is never empty

Spinning top whirring.
Where am I?
 Sep 2016 axr
Ann Nicole
How could you hold my heart upon your hand
And look into what I have always been
How could you watch my heart pump with every beat
And close your palm, crushing me to pieces

How could you look upon my dying face
And believe that it has always been your place
To decide at once my undenying fate
And close your palm, crushing me to pieces

I do not exist solely upon this earth
To be unfailingly beneath your feet; the dirt
How could you act, how could you have the nerve?
*To close your palm, crushing me to pieces
 Sep 2016 axr
mike
ill catch fire.
choke on dirt.
drown in toilette.
get stuck behind fridge.
lost in TV.

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 Sep 2016 axr
Lisa Pike
Not so much
 Sep 2016 axr
Lisa Pike
Achievements oh so many
Big me self up
Not too much , not so much
Belief in mine

Not too much, not so much

Happy ?
Sometimes yes. Sometimes no
Not monged. Not ******
Artist streak missing
Fluid free thinking

Improvise spectacular colour
Explosion emotion
Inclusive elusive obtrusive
Why do I try?

Big me self up. No way
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