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  Apr 2015 Dawn King
Traveler
And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again
A bend between
           space and time
To search,
       to seek,
             to finally find
                  the way,
             the path,
     an answer to the end
            Something to believe
         faith in a friend
    Standing tall
         when there's no answer
                at
                   all
     Running to save the day
         when you can barely crawl
            feeling your heart crush
      under the weight
           Pushing and Pushing
        until it's too late
NEVER giving up
           Following your heart
      remembering from the start
            racing to the finish
        Learning to diminish the past
Hoping the love just might last
         through time and space
      and the bend between
           holding strong to your place
   Knowing what cannot be foreseen
        but believing anyway
           Awaiting a new day
    A reuniting with that which you've lost
          willing to pay
      Even the ultimate cost
            Praying it won't come to that
        trying to look forward
                 No longer **Looking Back
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  Apr 2015 Dawn King
Rapunzoll
My mind keeps pictures of you up on its walls
                            again
                         ­         and again
I find my thoughts drifting down that river of memory
orbiting around you, like forces of gravity drawn
to the idea of us (if there even is an us)

If I could then I’d lock you outside my brain, leave you out there to rot
in the abyss, where your words couldn't penetrate me
and your lips that work like anesthesia forbidden to numb me again

I won't do you the injustice of romanticizing your imperfections
You're no nebular, you're a black hole, a gaping flaw in creation
Your eyes that held millenniums of history, now hold me no future

You made me forget what it feels to have stability
To not walk out of a room and forget why I left
You make me want to shred the skin you touched
Like a reptile, to become reborn, purified from my past.

There never were any butterflies in your stomach, only parasites
but you fed them to me readily like a disease

So no, I won’t dedicate you another love poem
                 no I want (deserve) better
This isn't what love should be
I’ll write you a poem where the words convulse on the page
and you’ll forget to read it (you always do)
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  Apr 2015 Dawn King
Arcassin B
by Arcassin Burnham


When the wine glass breaks,
I'll Be here,
if the origins in your excistance is denied,
I'll be there,
If rejection is a problem in your life,
I'll be anywhere you want me to be,
becasue eventually you'll have to talk to me,
put your comfort as ease,
places to kick your feet,
relaxation isn't easy,
But i digress,
And i will confess,
For my fessions will end with something shocking,
Nun The less
I could be a sick twisted stranger segragated with mommy and daddy issues,
I could make smoke with my hands , desires and fears will reside in your side view,
Or i could smoke all day and create a regretted decision to throwing my phone in the river,
unknown to a lot people i could never be as popular , but the heat of the moments getting a little thinner,

.....Or Maybe i was born a Sinner,
Theres no use for Repenting if theres no Discussion,
his priorities are elsewhere,
And therefore i remain the silent type to your betrayal,
And this time you'll have no friends in the corners of hell,
I'm Just in the clouds,
cloud 10,
Cause 9 didn't have enough Independence in it,
or bravery,
or freedom of speech,
And when you even text to speech,
I Never get your message,
Thats because i'm busy having Relations with my depression.
IT JUST GOT REAL lol
  Apr 2015 Dawn King
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

When daydreams turn to nightmares,
Your mind bleeds a little bit less,
Painful memories,
At least it use to be,
Broken spinal cords,
And plastic ropes have made your enemies,
Make Alice say you have more madness than I do,
And the Hatter Couldn't Believe,
I Could Paint the canvas just the way you want it,
have It Any Which Way,
won't Judge Or choose for you,
Now you depend on desperation to save the day,
But Only god Can judge on A Sunday,
So I Assume Its A Now or Never,
True Soldiers pick roses for their fallen,
Not knowing what they fell into,
what their objective was,
what they were entitled to,
well,
Doubts are not as bad suspicions,
But theres bad blood,
always see to it that you put in a mention,
If Its final of the finessed you want,
you'll get it.
So many wonders???
  Apr 2015 Dawn King
S R Mats
What doesn't **** you doesn't **** you.
It does not necessarily make you stronger.
Does a crack in the wall make it stronger?

The bone heals the fracture.  Stronger -
The pipefitter welds the pipe.  Stronger -
Only work on "the broken" can make it stronger.

Become stronger -
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