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Nov 2013 Ciaran Carrick

Unrequited

Nov 2013 Ciaran Carrick

The Noose

I admit
I am pathetically in love with you
Frightful it might be irrevocable
Girl pining away for someone whom she's invisible to
The oldest story in the book

I pale in comparison to all the others
I know, I get it
Not aesthetically gifted
Perhaps if you had taken a peek into my soul
You'd have found how stunning it is

I grow more delusional by the day
envisioning how your hazels would sparkle
When halation encircles you in auroras fluorescence

I am wrecking my brain
Trying to sound profound
Words splattered on a page are all I have to offer sometimes
Verbalisation fails me
I suppose I'll have to be content with this unembellished declaration
( which you will never see)
It feels organic anyway
I am plucking all this from the bottom of my heart

As I force these feelings to wither away
I attempt to convince myself that this was just perhaps an inflated crush
I am saddened by thoughts of what could have been
It burns
The catalyst I need to move on is my acceptance of the fact that even though we live under the same sun
the problem is, it doesn't cast the same shadow

Nov 2013 Ciaran Carrick

Straddling the heartbeat

Nov 2013 Ciaran Carrick

Kriti Gupta

Straddling the heartbeat

And I'm really an hour ahead and you're in a state of denial
Your words laced with the remains of sober thoughts
But it's the stench of the truth that pulls through
Reminding
But leaving me lost in translation
Like those misplaced love songs
And stolen letters
Never reaching their intended place of acceptance
A broken limb being held together with string but what you really need is a shotgun
Only it's one with too few bullets
Those bullets that hurt but never ****

Nov 2013 Ciaran Carrick

Writer's Crutch

Nov 2013 Ciaran Carrick

James G Paul Sr aka Pablo

Writer's Crutch

Red rooster is yet to crow
but I feel
my pulse racing to
to embrace the new day.

Shadows of the night
cling tenuously to
parked cars and trees
awaiting the golden brush
of dawn's early light.

Sleepy elbows and knees
complain in vain;
my brain yearns only
for the kettle's
shrill persistent refrain;

caffeine's coveted crutch is near.

Roasted vapors of
Kenya's finest beans
thrill the air
with redolent coffee streams.

Breathers flare,
lips quiver,
tasters salivate,
first sip is here...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

My heart sighs...

It's time to write!

~ P (#writerscrutch)

Nov 2013 Ciaran Carrick

Untitled

Nov 2013 Ciaran Carrick

R

Untitled

they asked me what i am grateful for.
i think of you.
and that smile.
and those eyes.
and that voice...
a person could drown in all of those
simple features that
make you you.

i am so thankful for you.
for you being alive.
for you being here, with me.
for you being the one who
saved me from myself.

thank you.
keep safe over the holidays and
have a wonderful thanksgiving
without me, dear.

Nov 2013 Ciaran Carrick

Flowers Never Mourn

Nov 2013 Ciaran Carrick

Jade M Matelski

Flowers Never Mourn

They fall and fall and fall
The ignorance of the petals
Unaware;
       Of war
        Of pain

They don't have a father in Afghanistan; a father that was buried under the flames
   Or a house, blown away with the sea
      Haven't heard the screaming of their mothers; seeing their dead, ******, brother
         They haven't come face to face with true pain
    Their mother wasn't shot by an Iraqi in the desert
Their sister never forced into slavery for ***
Never has their eyelids been peeled off-to witness the **** of their little sister
They are so innocent and the beauty of their veil is tearfully sublime

    They repeat the melody in their heads
The harmony of Venus-shining bright
        Surrounded by stars
         Surrounded by pure
                          Vast
   Empty

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