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 Oct 2015 essentia
jeffrey robin
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Indian song

                                                    


Sacred earth

You & your body

The long working day


Is

Slavery

Killing everyone




Let us be free

Let us

Then

To the hills

With the girls who still

Have some pride in themselves

And in their dignity

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Indian song





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 Oct 2015 essentia
Lianna Walters
How would you like to take a walk in my shoes?
Spend a day in my life and see how you do.
Take a look at me through my eyes
And realize
When those real lies are uncovered,
You see
I am not simple.
How would you like to spend a moment in my mind?
Take notice that my thinking process isn’t one you’d expect to find
In a girl like me;
How would you like to see my life as I do?
A preacher’s daughter who has expectations sitting on her chest
I can’t breathe sometimes
And at those times everything seems to be falling
Not into place
Not out of place
Just falling
I am not deep
I don’t write for others,
I write to help myself clear out my head
Maybe tonight I’ll actually get some sleep when I go to bed?
But I doubt it.
How would you like to know me past what you think you see?
Start by walking a mile in my shoes
Instead of assuming you know me.
 Oct 2015 essentia
Nicole Hammond
i have spent my entire life being sad solely because it is familiar
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once i cried for 13 months over an 8 month relationship that ended within a phone call
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i wasn't ***** but they stole something from me and i don't know if i'll ever get it back
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sometimes i refuse to wash the clothes that you've touched and i just say that i forgot
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showers used to give me panic attacks and instead of seeing a therapist i cut all my hair off
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i sleep on my stomach in hopes that even just once someone would check to make sure i'm still breathing
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i get on buses alone in the middle of the night just so i can feel unknown to something else again
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when i told my father that i was feeling scared again he couldn't understand why it was so relieving
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i push people away and then i cry when they fall into someone else
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i'm terrified of adulthood so i stopped celebrating birthdays in hopes that they would take the hint too
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this barely makes sense to me, but i guess poetry doesn't have to.
 Oct 2015 essentia
jeffrey robin
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said the   Fool

to the     King



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 Oct 2015 essentia
Meteo
I saw you in winter,
and thought of tree branches feathered by starlight in poorly lit neighborhoods. A hearth where the more honest parts of myself, I am bared fetal, warmed upon, welcomed.

I saw you in spring,
and thought of long drives in the countryside in the rain. Ice cream melting from our chins dancing petrichor upon our toes, kissing by the sea shore.

I saw you in summer,
and thought of sleepy boathouses, uncovering ancient childhood treasures in the woods. A secret lake somewhere, the sky's reflection in promise. Windy hilltops upon which to blame each other for the sunrise.

I saw you in autumn,
and thought of scarfs and cafes, city streets and sunsets where we watched each others breath escape. Apartment staircases where windchill hibernates, the world slowing down around us from your window.

The first time I saw You, I thought to myself, "I could live there."
 Oct 2015 essentia
Meteo
Limbo
 Oct 2015 essentia
Meteo
How do you live here? / who's sins have you / do you forgive yourself / for the sake of what you believe / makes you? / keeps you in momentum / sails unfurled against the clock / How do you live here? / which scars do you show / which ones no one knows? / what parts of your skin were you born in / what parts of your skin are new / drawn over / coloured outside the lines? / what parts of your skin have you always been? / How do you live here? / who's laugh track echoes in your ear / a recording of a long since dead live t.v. show audience / or your now since becoming nameless childhood friends? / How do you live here? / how do you occupy your skin / your sins / your echoes? / what dreams keep you asleep / what dreams keep you awake / what dreams keep you? / How do you live here?

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