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 Aug 2016 medha
Just Melz
Lonely
In the corner
Staring into an abyss
       of pointless options
And all the edges
       in the world
Aren't sharp enough
       to cut through
The concrete wall
       surrounding her heart

Cold**
In a crowded room
Searching for an empathetic face
She sees the smiles
        filling the empty space
And it seems
        that no amount of joy
Is real enough
        to take the fears place
 Aug 2016 medha
r
All of his letters ended in goodbye
instead of to be continued

someday we're all going to die
my brother, he would say

now he's got me saying the same
words like the moon and darkness
that only we could hear

he'd listen to the blues and sip whiskey
until morning, then wake me
from my sleep, tell me to go out

and cut the weeds
growing up around the stone
angels in the field.
 Aug 2016 medha
NV
i know only how to wear this body like an apology.
like i'm sorry i take up too much space.
like i'm sorry,
i don't feel small enough to fit into your hands.
i wear it like a sin.
like a prayer that never feels answered.
like confessions i keep trying to change.
i wear it like a broken commandment,
because i love thy neighbour,
but i hate myself.
 Aug 2016 medha
Morgan
you know the way a sore tooth
feels when cold air hits it?
a sudden ache in your gums
that is nothing more or less than
a punishment for breathing,
and it hurts so bad
you feel it in your spine,
which doesn't really make sense
but you shake to the rhythm of its
taunting anyway.
and somehow
you are reminded of your childhood,
caramel glued to the roof of your mouth
like the bumper sticker you foolishly
plastered against your car,
beneath the window...

some nights my entire being
is a sore tooth,
and i am hit with cold air.
a sudden ache in my heart
that i feel rolling down my spine...
it is nothing more or less than
a punishment for surviving.

so here i am
peeling grief from the
roof of my mouth
and i'm sorry i don't always
answer your calls,
i don't always live in this skin,
sometimes i need to adjust
the fabric from the outside
before it gives way
to the small tears in its seams
& so, i guess,
i just want you to know
if i ever seem far away,
i'll be back
as soon as i am safe
inside myself again
 Aug 2016 medha
ryn
Flame
 Aug 2016 medha
ryn
.
•    
re-
     kindle
    the spark
   that governed
    this game•the fire
  that once burnt as bri-
  ght as sun•all of this once
before, had a name•but now
is weak from the time it had be-
gun•there was a time when it wo-
uld consume•......it would defy the
odds....just so it could burn as one•
frantic and desperate for the magic
to resume•uncertainty has carved
itself into the heart that has come
undone•winds bearing ill no-
tions revealed as the enemy•
stitch up the gaps keep-
ing out the rogue
gust•
  pro
tect
  the
light that burns ever weakly•rejuve-
nate the spirit that harbours broken trust
•rekindle me now... i'm still in the game•
the heart                   save the     you will
isn't                              candle           need
ready                           and              to see
to make                         nur-              me    
sense                            ture             with
of the                             it                 this
dark•                             to                  in-  
                                    fla-              sig-  
                                   me•             nia
                                     ­                     as my
                                                         mark
                                                         •
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