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  Feb 2016 Nicole
Lyteweaver
Facebook makes me want to *****
Spew chunks of fake houses
perfect spouses
So many poses
perfect smiles and staircases
tout it.
Adorn rose-colored glasses
as you watch the egregious *****
boast champagne in their glasses
as they fool masses.
What does it matter the square footage
if you can’t teach your children how to solve problems?
Or start movements?
Or have values?
I’d rather wear hand-me-downs and have roots
than don Versace and walk in rich boots.
When the day ends, as you are lounging in your satin linens
do you ask yourself how you grew today?
How you moved today?
How you flew today?
Well I am…

So get out of my way.
i don't want to die.

i simply want to stop existing.
  Feb 2016 Nicole
phil roberts
She cries tears of mother's ruin
"Look at me!
It's been so hard
All of my life
And I've had to fight
For my own patch of light
Still, no-one ever looks at me"

He turns his eyes to the floor
Saying nothing
Feeling stupid
And his words burst like bubbles in his mouth
He is desperate to say something
Anything to make her happy
But he cannot turn disappointment
Back into youthful optimism
Or bitterness back to hope
As she sinks into smeary sobs
Wet and bleary loss
He takes her home

He undresses her and puts her to bed
Then he holds her as she cries
And he holds her as she sleeps
He hushes her when she stirs
And calms her when she starts and cries out
When the dreams become too real
And he shall never be more than this
Never more fulfilled
Caring for her is his only purpose
Making her happy is his holy grail
Willingly trapped within her pain
He is nothing else at all

                               By Phil Roberts
A different kind of valentine
Nicole Feb 2016
Sadness,
is a beautiful woman dressed in blue,
Lost.
wandering through quiet streets,
drawing people out of their bodies
and dancing with their souls.
Each one has it's own special music,
It's own story behind the melancholy movements.
Her soft caress comforts them,
providing a temporary home in Her arms.
Then,
she lets them go.
They return to their bodies,
feeling slightly different than before.
Each one with soft smiles and light glows.
But no one speaks
of their rendezvous with Her.
Keeping it to themselves,
cherishing the feeling.
And some don't return,
they get lost in Her intricate beauty
too busy admiring and loving Her to leave.
She keeps those special ones,
as close as she can
so she will never be lonely.
Walking the earth,
and dancing with sorrowful souls.
Nicole Feb 2016
I take in the cool winter air,
Trying to stop the rivers
from being carved into my face.
The air crystallizes in my throat
Making it harder to breathe.
Nothing reaches my lungs.
I gasp out.
The pain in my heart
worsening ten times over,
turning to cold split stone.
It's crumbling.
and the breathes no longer
keep the tears away.
I kneel,
wails making their way out from my soul.

— The End —