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bright moon on black sky
cold winter night and white snow
longing for your love
 Jan 2019 Elioinai
Vanessa Gatley
An now
It
Mauls all lions
 Jan 2019 Elioinai
Vanessa Gatley
Sing
To all gangs
Every day
 Jan 2019 Elioinai
Wanderer
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
 Dec 2018 Elioinai
Elizabeth
And when the time comes my tears won't be falling like rain for it will be warm tea and fresh honey streaming down my cheeks.
I hope one day I will bathe in sunflowers and new love - I'm tired of the dead leaves that burden my body, they soak in like fresh coconut on my skin.
I sit underwater where time stops for a second, and I am at peace. I hope one day I can run into rushing waterfalls without begging for that moment of altered reality. I hope one day I bathe in roses instead of my sorrows.
What do you hope for?
 Dec 2018 Elioinai
Josh Cooper
Here is my hand, shaking
And you're the reason for my sanity lost.
Now I know...
Some poems need not be written
Some poems just need to be Loved...
Touched, and Ringed and Kissed.
              Need to be taken home...                             And carved in the sacredness that kisses life in my body, mind and soul.
And read over and over and over again.
And always...
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