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 May 2016 Kvothe
Luna Fides
Pearls
 May 2016 Kvothe
Luna Fides
Ever since you left me
I have been wearing
lovers
like strings of pearls
upon my neck,
one after the other.
pretty pearls
adorning my skin
with their kisses.
They say
“You’re beautiful.”
But I still feel

nothing.
 May 2016 Kvothe
alexis hill
when the dragonflies escape
the sensation of being swept up
in kite sailing within and without
riveting curvatures
of wind breaks

there's nothing like catching
the breeze so proposing this
please sweet universe,
I ask of thee

let the dragonflies free.

when the dragonflies escape
you will embrace it
in every fiber of your being
with even

electricity flowing
up to the fingertips

you cannot shake this feeling
like the beating of fragile wings
poise and power
strokes the air so carefully calculated

I hope the both of us make it
to a safer existence where there is
virtue and inner peace then

why can't you
just release them

when we again understood
after such a long time
that we were already
free

already free to
begin with.
 May 2016 Kvothe
SøułSurvivør
My Spirit's telling me to read
The Flesh is saying no
My mind is fogged and fuzzy
Is paralyzed and slow
Though it may take me all the day
I have nowhere to go
I read ALL of what you write
Just want you to know


♡ Catherine
There are people who skim and ♡. There are those who don't even read at all. I ain't one of them. I try to read and get the gist of what you are writing. I try to go back and read the poems I've missed in the time I've been gone. For each one of the people that I read. It takes me a lot longer. But I love your poetry. And I want to read responsibly. So forgive me for being slow. I am giving each and every one of you my full attention!
 May 2016 Kvothe
Bret
The Plea
 May 2016 Kvothe
Bret
I'm screaming
but all you seem to hear
is nothing but the wind rustling the leaves
and the joyous robin's song
whose only goal is to
completely drown out
my continuous pleas
for help.
 May 2016 Kvothe
Emily Dolde
I am the middle man
But not the one arguments speak of
I am the middle man of people skipped over
The person to my left will always pick the person to my right
Leaving me stuck in the middle alone
Alone to think of why I'm not good enough
Alone to think about how to be the front man
Alone to think about anything
Alone to talk to myself because no one will lend an ear
Lend an ear to the quiet one who wants to speak
I guess I'll lend myself an ear once again
 May 2016 Kvothe
Bret
Her.
 May 2016 Kvothe
Bret
Her rage held all the power of a hurricane,
and her eyes held all the fight of a wildfire.

She was not a sweet and dainty flower to be held,
but rather a shard of jagged glass
that could cut through the flesh of others
to create a canvas on their skin.
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