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 Mar 2015 Demurix
Angela Celona
Take me back,
Back to the days when we talked for hours.
When we stayed up late into the night.
Back to when we walked in silence
And completely understood each other.
Take me back,
When we sat in sunshine.
When we ran through thunderstorms.
Back to when we didn’t worry about what others thought
And dismissed them without a care.
Take me back,
Back to when we laid in fields,
And spoke sweet nothings in each other’s ears,
And it wasn’t til now we realized they were just that,
Sweet nothings.
Take me back,
Just take me back
To when I didn’t know I should’ve tried harder
To hang on to someone
I didn’t realized had meant so much.
Take me back,
Back to before you were here, but at the same time gone,
And it was all my fault
Because I walked on without you.
Because I was a mindless fool.
I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.
I didn’t know.
Take me back.
Here's my first blank verse poem.
Do you miss me tonight, darling?
While I'm a thousand miles away drenched in sweat
The taste of him still lingers on my lips
The bruises you left covered by his own
The insides of my thighs and the side of my neck
Black and blue from the love he stole from you
*I bet you can't wait to taste him on me
 Mar 2015 Demurix
Dev A
You broke me
But somewhere deep inside I always knew,
You and I were not meant for forever.

I always knew we wouldn't last;
Something in me told me that.

But over and over
My mind runs through our time
And I wonder why?

Why does it hurt when I knew we'd end?
Why does it hurt knowing I won't see you again?
Why do I wish for one more day? One more night?

My mind tells me to move on forward,
But my heart, it wishes for just a little more.
I'm at war with myself,
Logic and reasoning
Versus
Wishes and dreaming.

My mind says move on
But worse off
My heart says what if?

You broke me
But deep inside I always knew you would
And yet I still hurt.
 Mar 2015 Demurix
Kerli Tulva
Where is the truth in this world?
Does it knock on the door,
When it feels ready to enter
Or does it sneak into the heart
When it is ready to reveal?

Truth, so utopic
As it is to reach the farthest stars.
It overcomes the multiple bars
Seems as yet too metaphoric

Behind the garden of truth
You stand and watch the flowers bloom
But cannot open the floodlit door
Though the heart is seeking for the key
While truth remains still in the mystic breez.
 Mar 2015 Demurix
Sarah Pitman
I carry the grief of you
between my shoulder blades.
Like stones in a heavy backpack.
I feel like I've just jumped into a river.
if it's your fault why am I still so sorry?

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