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 Oct 2016 B
naeuta
combustible.
 Oct 2016 B
naeuta
you were a clock always ticking and
the beat of your heart a metronome
you were a bomb and
i did not know when you might burst.
you were combustible
an incendiary grenade
and i was the gasoline
to your wildfires.

you were at war with the world
your mind a battleground
and i cried when you asked me
whether i wondered if life was worth living
perhaps because
i myself did not know

when i went to bed at three in the morning
i still woke up in the middle of the night
i dreamt my heart had burst open, ripped at its seams
still beating faster than death could seize our time on this earth
i asked you why it was that
life is this way

you were an hourglass
trying make to time stand still.
and while i went to every corner of the world
to buy each and every clock that existed,
still, i did not know how to stop it for you.
i did not know how to save a life
when i could not live my own
correctly.

you were a ticking time bomb,
ready to explode;
and i could not clip the wires
of your mind.
 Jan 2016 B
Shayne Campbell
The sun has fallen under the earth to sleep
An orb of pale glows the ground of deep
A family of lights convene the black sky
Today departs and night guards the morrow

Even in the darkest sights do wonders galore
Shards of serenity comforting the sad moors
A glimpse of calm through the busy clouds
Shining a ray of hope below the grey shrouds

A lonely moonlight shore glistens a plant
A plant warming the heart to an enchant
I am the heart and you are the flower
Winds of your petals course me with love

Past the twilight you radiate beauty
On the dark sand we blossom together
The night lights draw our gaze to the sky
Each moment is a flower with you
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