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 Apr 2016 Bailey
Star Gazer
The sound plays over and over
The little song of your heartbeat
I wonder how it is that I can
Keep that sound on repeat.

The volume of the sound lowers
The echoes starts to fade
And I wonder how such a heart
Could suddenly change shades.
 Apr 2016 Bailey
Sia Jane
Barefoot standing backwards on
            the doctor’s scales; the weighing games begin.
I can’t make sense of how or why
            I’m here; dragged from my mother’s car,
when only earlier I was dancing
            at my ballet class; I slipped and fell
on the cold dance floor, and now
            I’m under hospital arrest. All I want
is to escape; because I truly thought
            this was all in my past.
But the Devil and God are raging inside me
            all the time.
It began with only one pound lost;
            a controlled experiment, one I thought
I could win. And now,
            I’m barefoot standing backwards
on the doctor’s scales –
            There’s only one way; Up!
                No spiral down.
I’ve found my way back here, somehow,
                    and I’ll find my way out of here, somehow.

© Sia Jane
Re-work of an old poem which will be in my upcoming new edition of the LUNA Zine with my collaborating artist Gia D'Arcadia <3
 Apr 2016 Bailey
Stuti Tripathi
That day turned out to be the most beautiful day for her to cherish...
Her pale face had finally got a reason to smile..
Swinging with amusement in her semi stitched rags..
She was utterly colored with the rainbow for a while..

The pocket she had, could feel the coins jingling..
*It was like the first shower of rain falling on the land of her heart..
Finally, She could answer her 'a week old' hunger..
Someone pitied her poor hands and gave her life a short lived start..
A normal person encounters every range of happiness everyday.
But can we ever estimate the degree of happiness of those unfortunate yet hopefully blessed people who encounter it rarely..Yes they do get to have it and they welcome it with every bit of heart they beat ..
 Apr 2016 Bailey
m i a
her words are slurred
and her vision's nothing but a blur
she begans to think
maybe it was an after effect of a couple of drinks,
but no this was different,
her drunken thoughts were interrupted when an unknown man links
arms with her,
he slowly began to lures,
her closer and closer
towards him,
her mind started to swim,
with ***** thoughts,
she tried to scream,
but her voice was caught
in fears,
and streams of tears,
he whispers in her ear,
telling her don't worry dear,
i'm not going to hurt you,
i promise you, you hear?
she nodded
in surrender,
as he plotted
ways to ruin her,
and into the dark,
they dissappeared together,
and in the night, a thief was born,
as a innocent girl was
physically,
emitionally,
and mentally,
torn.
no one should have their purity and innocence, taken away because of ****. although this hasn't happened to me, i write for the voices who are still scarred and torn from it.
 Apr 2016 Bailey
Star Gazer
I'm tired of living my life on the lines that people speak
I have lived half my life on lines that people drew
Now I judge my own mind wishing that I knew
That sometimes you don't have to fit in with the popular.

I'm tired of being pigeonholed into a category
I have seen the imprisonment of my own personality
Where the only existing escape goes against normality
And society has become a flock of wardens.

I'm tired of colouring in between the lines
Or slaying dragons to rescue the damsel in distress
And though the dawn rises to a new end, I must confess
That keeping in between the lines, keeps me safe.

*I am not dead, but nor am I living...
 Apr 2016 Bailey
mikecccc
Wide eyes
 Apr 2016 Bailey
mikecccc
Surprise
headlights
fight flight
pause
move faster
move fas
too late.
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