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 Jun 2016 Arcassin B
Olivia Kent
Sitting on the station.
I'm trying to find my bed.
My eyes droop near redundant.
Perhaps 3/4's dead.
Should I want a train to Newcastle I'll get there in a bit.
Due to rotten weather,the train service is *hit.
If I want to go to London town, okay it's a city.
To sum up my feelings this morning the trains aren't very pretty.
I saw no rain,
Nor heard a storm.
Guess maybe I was busy.
My head this morning is just a little fuzzy.
(c)LIVVI
After severe storms my train was cancelled. I had just finished a night shift.
 Jun 2016 Arcassin B
Fish The Pig
I come home

and there is no one to hold me
I'm cold
A storm that stayed in my head
Couldn’t move, and scare, but preferred to stay in bed
I immediately began to write the accord down
My sentences having a destination bound
I was writing as if there wasn’t a sound
The lights began to flicker on and off
However, I continued to write
It didn’t natter if I was full of fright
It didn’t matter if soon there would be no light
I knew my writing had a purpose
My inspiration had a devotion that needed to surface
A storm that tried to take my writing whole
But courage became victory and I had to be bold
I wrote through the storm
This is far from any norm
Life is about what do you want to achieve
The storm encouraged me in not being deceived
Goodness and value is what one will receive
A storm that had power
My writing being the every hour
The words, “Don’t be alarmed”
The storm, “I don’t intend to harm”
Immediately my write became a diary, which took affect
Write on and be strong, as the destiny is in the hands
My writing being a door knock
It’s the open heart with a welcome in
This is where my writing story all began.
 Jun 2016 Arcassin B
gabriela
i've been looking for
a thrill lately.
not the roller coaster riding, sneaking out
at two in the morning type of thrill, but
the type of thrill that evokes enough
curiosity to make rebellion
look like nothing.  
i'm talking about
the thrill that makes you want
so much more than what you are given,
so you avidly seek out
the unknown in hopes of
having the taste of adrenaline on your lips.
Time to get up
Make the bed
Let some sun shine through a window
Make some coffee
Take a shower as Taylor Swift plays on the stereo
Put on some jeans
Comb my hair
Put some lipstick on my lips
Read a chapter from a novel then run some errands
so my breakfast doesn't stick to my hips
Buy some groceries
Put them away
Write some poems until the boyfriend comes home
Wash some dishes
Watch a movie
Do anything that distracts me from feeling alone
Eat dinner
Have some wine
Cuddle and kiss babe on the couch
Eat some ice cream wearing nothing but his t-shirt
while I laugh to the point my cheeks hurt
It's 11:00 pm now
Time for bed
I lie down as his arms wrap around me
I let myself drift away
praying I don't get woken up by my anxiety
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: May 8, 2016 Sunday 10:20 PM
 Jun 2016 Arcassin B
Astor
I wish I was an old ******* greek man
because then I would be dead and treasured
hubristic immortal
 Jun 2016 Arcassin B
Rachel
ugh
 Jun 2016 Arcassin B
Rachel
ugh
She used to move like frivolous poppies
dancing in the wind,
the comatose air around her; electrified

pigtails flailed around her face,
fat ample cheeks kissed with scarlet
fingernails smeared with dirt from the earth

as she hummed the lullaby of her dear mother’s;
and like every daft innocent child,
dreamed of an unblemished future.

Soon,
time crumbled into ash and slipped through her hands
soiled with foul dismal black and decomposed flesh

pigtails now hung like stilts
moulding down hunched back,
fat cheeks stained with melted salt

my ‘unblemished future’ now illuminated
with dying glow worms in jam jars;
corset hands tightened, leaving a dull ache in my throat
what I’d give to be her again
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