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Dec 2015 Georgia Marginson-Swart

Kyle madill Baker

My bones have been talking to me
They tell me that we are lost without one another
They warn me that  not all can be won with strength
My bones won't stop talking to me
They complain about the  weather
They argue about  the time of day
My bones  are talking about your bones to me
They giggle at the sound of your laughter
They compliment the pulse of your heart
My Bones have been talking to me

I have a Bone Cyst on the bottom of my left foot :( here's a poem about it.

#love #life #pain #questions #insomnia #bones #problems #iwillreadfromthebonebookofjackskelington

Dec 2015 Georgia Marginson-Swart

Something out of place

Dec 2015 Georgia Marginson-Swart

Tabitha

Something out of place

He is a song that misses a beat,
Something out of place,
At times makes sense,
Until the chorus begins,
Without much foundation,
Structures or goals,
Struggles to redeem,
He fits the puzzle until he leaves,
Fills a void that no one else can,
He leaves and returns to remind me,
That something is out of place...
And in the moment it all make sense

When you are in a constant loop with someone

Dec 2015 Georgia Marginson-Swart

Atlas (reinvented)

Dec 2015 Georgia Marginson-Swart

chimaera

Atlas (reinvented)

once upon a time,
she alighted
on atlas' shoulder
and softly
told him a story.

as he unfolded
his path going
west, she unfolded
words, tracing the
east, for the sun to rise,

and then she sighed
and he held her, made
her his night sky
- heaviness of light,
folded heart.

29.12.2015
greekmythology.com/Titans/Atlas/atlas.html

Dec 2015 Georgia Marginson-Swart

The Girl and Her Sketchbook

Dec 2015 Georgia Marginson-Swart

Devin Lawrence

The Girl and Her Sketchbook

She hovers
over a world
spilling from the edge of her
fine-tip pencil.
Omnipresent,
She breathes life into visions
only she had seen;
we may catch a glimpse
as each new line
creates a brand new reality;
She's like God
and this is Genesis.

I wonder
is this her passion,
or a talent she felt forced to nurture?
Does she draw her inspiration
from her imagination
or her reality?
Does she burn the pages
that weren't quite right?

Does she immortalize strangers
in the same way
that she now lives on this page?

I want to enter her world-
maybe escape for a while-
and see how she colors
her black and white
daydream.

She reminds me of someone-
Someone I once intimately knew.
I see a spark of genius,
and a love for things
that she can easily erase.

#art #escape #writing #strangers #creation #immortal #sketches #starkiller

Dec 2015 Georgia Marginson-Swart

Lost Trees

Dec 2015 Georgia Marginson-Swart

Joshua Haines

Lost Trees

Homegrown but hermetically sealed
from people, places, ways to feel.
Dropping a tablet on a tongue,
Korbel divides around pink sponge;
swallowing four or five, to avoid feeling alive.
There are cars leaving trails of thoughts.
Dare them to drive,
drunk on moments,
stuck on other people--
her freckles could fall to the floor
and turn the tiles into an oceanic remembrance.

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We are lost trees, reaching out
but stuck where we say we'll soon leave:
rooted even after death,
relying on escape so much that hope
becomes our prison.