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 Dec 2016 Ben At93
Joanna Ross
I begin as porcelain
Soul filled with something foul
I open my mouth and the Devil pours out

I turn to ashes
And drown in the rain
Diluted and weak
I will not burn again

I become ivory
Rare and hunted
Once again, my life is stunted

I am reborn as flame
I bring destruction
Still I am weak
So chaotic I cannot function

I am left as marble
Cold and sharp
Still so many hammer blows
Will breaks apart the marble shard heart

So I build myself from what I once was
Now I wrap silver around my heart
And work gold into my soul
I am glass
Cleansed by the fire that once destroyed me
am marble, and i carve myself into art
I am the ashes, and the things that hurt me once will never get that close again
At last I am porcelain  
I am free in my fragility
I guard it with twisted spikes of steel
I hold the key to my hear
So I keep it unbreakable.
 Nov 2016 Ben At93
Nishu Mathur
I loved you on a quiet day
And I loved you on a stormy night
I loved you through the fog and mist
The sun's scourge burning bright

I loved you like fire does
Drops of water that keep alive
Like wind that breathes on a leaf
Like earth that cradles life

I loved you on a rainbow
When seven colors filled the sky
On feathers of white hope
As wings spanned across to fly

I loved you when waves rested
And when the river was serene
When grass by it wilted yellow
When waters turned shadowed green

I loved you when the sun set
And when the moon was veiled in clouds
When the stars shriveled and hid behind
Despair's dark midnight shroud

I loved you then and I love you now
I loved you all I could
And I'll love you through the beats of time
Just as love should
 Nov 2016 Ben At93
Jim Marchel
To the one whose hand I never held:

Thank you for letting me hold your heart instead, even when I didn't take care of it like it should.

To the one who called me brother and best friend, but never lover:

Thank you for making me part of your family when I didn't have a place to go.

To the one whose trust I shattered:

I'm sorry I took you for granted and hurt you when you made me smile.

To the one whose lips I never kissed:

Thank you for letting me love you
Even though you never loved me back
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When we were eighteen
sang the three women in chorus
and the bus burst into Spring.

When we were eighteen
they giggled and sang

the bus was a garden
the seats swings in the wind
the passengers angels and fairies

When we were eighteen
sang the three women
men beamed and the women blushed
as they broke into chorus
when we were eighteen

the ride was free
and they all stood up
their bones bellowing the chorus
their skin shining in the Spring

the child grew into eighteen
the old descended into that golden year
never knowing when their stoppage came
when one after the other they got down
and again it was a bus on the road
but with the whiff of Spring
eternal in the crimson blush
of the sun setting and rising
its engine and axle and tyres whirring in chorus
when we were eighteen
 Nov 2016 Ben At93
Maura
After winter
There is a spring

After pain
There is healing

After struggle
There is growth

After heartbreak
There is love

And while the dark seems to last
The daybreak never fails to
Come
 Nov 2016 Ben At93
Nitsua Asemed
'Goodbye forever.'
Like a poison dart
Her beautiful words,
Deeply pierced my heart.

'Goodbye forever.'
Like a leaping sword,
Left me with a scar
Of my own accord.

'Goodbye forever.'
Such a poet's write,
That it makes me smile
Yet fills me with fright.

'Goodbye forever.'
Her words made it seem
Like my life's not real,
It was all a dream.

'Goodbye forever.'
The words come to spill,
My life out of trance,
And threatens to ****.

'Goodbye forever.'
Like the silent sky
Disturbs me to core,
Without knowing why.

'Goodbye forever.'
Like a maelstrom dread,
Would wash me in blue,
And leave me in red.

'Goodbye forever.'
As hope flies away.
That my life will ne'er--
See another day.

'Goodbye forever.'
I took to the grave.
Her beautiful words,
I can not be saved!
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