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 Nov 2012 Courtney Joy
Michelle S
There is something so pure
In being content with lying
Entwined with another
Doing nothing more than
Memorizing the lines and marks
Upon their skin and matching
Your breaths to theirs as you
Realize you could be happy.
 Nov 2012 Courtney Joy
Anon C
Alive
 Nov 2012 Courtney Joy
Anon C
A dream that encompasses me
The smallest things have such beauty

Walking down a dark street
Nothing to be seen
Shrouded in silence

Dancing in the rain
Drops caressing your lips
Kind eyes shining bright

A stroll in the woods
Everything connected
Speaking nothing, hearing everything

Laying upon the earth
Feeling it spin beneath
Smelling that sweet smell

I love to be alive
See all the beauty life has to offer
Isn't it funny
The simplest of things much more beautiful spent with you
The mirror always laughs first
Spilling light onto imperfections
Alienated from the image in the dream.
A silent curse,
The accusation must remain to this world unrevoked.
Instead pretence must tissue tear stains,
To sundry up a surface glycerine.

Social man has broken all ties with nature’s earth,
He created machines capable of producing images
So he needn’t deny it.
Social Woman was always more comfortable inside
She expressed no claim of love for the landscape
Found no comfort amongst the soil
No romance laying in the dirt.

But yes, the mirror attacks.
The symptom is always one of weakness,
Of the self not having the power to leave itself alone.
The body distorts the mind at first,
Paving the way gradually for more active decline.
We hold it to ourselves to feel worth, or lack thereof.
You can’t sing the tune effectively, without first trying to think like you’re someone else.
Someone that same mirror fails to recognise.

Keep ahead of the crowd so you’re not held back
Expectations will ruin you more than your fears.
Talent is to others that which they lack
Mystery and purpose are all the mind reveres.

— The End —