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 Dec 2013 ARI
Claudia Burkenstein
The girl with no face stares blankly in the mirror
not knowing what she'll do or where she'll go
she stands seemingly frozen with fear
all she knows is from this she can grow

emotions she keeps buried inside
her story she tries so hard to hide
hopeless and alone she stands
staring in the mirror to far away lands

life has a purpose this she believes
but to define it leaves her confounded
so to her few truths she cleaves
hoping one day she can be well-grounded
 Dec 2013 ARI
Monique Olivier
You.
 Dec 2013 ARI
Monique Olivier
You provoke the inner poet
You ignite the inner flame
You kindle the faith
You awake the sleeping moon
You move me
You inspire me
 Dec 2013 ARI
Monique Olivier
When farewell is said
And no light is seen anymore
When you know sleep is not in the cards
And eyes are all shut around you
The world around becomes your own
Personal hell

You see dancing shadows against the ceiling
And your eyes are fixed on them, you try to follow their way
The smile of a wicked lover reflects from the mirror and it sends shivers down your spine
You hear the desperate shout of a woman
No one will be answering her
Not then, not now, not ever.

The man who sits there, night after night,
Paging through forgotten memoirs, with the dark soul and piercing eyes. He is the one who breaks your heart. With a ciggarette in his hand, he reminds you that life with the light on is just a hoax.

"The bitterness of dissapointed will be the persistant flavour in your mouth if you keep on believing there is more to everything around you." He says, "So go on, little girl, without putting any of your faith in that light."

He became your nightly companion. Said some wise words and made you think. Until one night he took everything with him.
The dancing shadows on the ceiling, the reflecting smile of a wicked lover and the desperate shout of a woman.
And finally you could sleep.
Can't sleep.
 Dec 2013 ARI
Monique Olivier
The words that come through my mouth flow from the very core of my soul
Afraid of you taking them, I hid them, forbid you to make your way here.
But I should have known, that your curiosity would have grown. (Mine would have too.)
Afraid of you running away, I held them close to my heart, waiting for any sign of depart.
It is hard, no it is torture, being inside of my mind, the plague messed with my thoughts.
And it prevents me from saying the pure words that flow from the very core of my soul, the things that come out is tainted by the plague that is inside my mind.
So please don't believe a word I say...
 Dec 2013 ARI
Monique Olivier
She catches her throat in horror
And the scream escapes and shatters against the walls of his heart.
She embraces her chest in pain
And her faith starts to deteriorate with every tear that is not being catched
by him.
(Part 1)
Why are you not with me?
I'm saying right now
All that I want is you right here
Doesn't matter how.

Don't worry about tomorrow,
And forget about yesterday.
I don't want you with any kind of sorrow,
Think all your life as only existed today.

For me you'll be the only person in the world,
and you will try to do same.
What a feel with you can not be described with a word.
I don't know, is just impossible to explain.

After we did that,
I will have nothing more to complain
So, where are you at?
This purpose you can't refrain.
 Dec 2013 ARI
Laura Stevens
I'm tired of searching for someone like you.
Not just another person to *****.

I remember your truck..
brown, rusted, perfection because you were there.

I remember who I was when I met you
young, thin, hair down to my denim belt loops.

I remember the feeling of the first time
loving, slow, your warm breath against my neck.

But then I remember the fighting...
bruises, lies, cover-up.

So there I go again.. back to the truth
I never want to find another like you.
I wrote a lot of poetry at one time or another.. haven't in what must be years.. I always go back to the place in my poetry though for some reason..
 Dec 2013 ARI
Anna Belle
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 Dec 2013 ARI
Anna Belle
It comes to me like it's nothing
whether its any good or not
it just pops out like a crowning child
graphic or theatrical
no matter whether it's idiotic or repeditive
I'll still put it down
If I turn into anything I know it'll be big
I just want the attention
To make my name known so people will have to listen
Before I die I'll love a serial killer
make another person come alive
and have my name become house held.
i couldn't help but feel all the
butterflies
fluttering around my stomach
it made me feel
alive
she makes me feel
alive
if this is what being alive feels like
i can see why most people are so afraid
to die
they don't want to lose this feeling
i guess
i'm in love
so let me tell you something, you *****
it makes me feel like i actually have something to lose
and that's a great feeling
these butterflies
in my stomach
they won't ever go away
i'm glad they won't
i've gotten used to their company
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