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 Dec 2013 Iley O'Glesby
Sebastian
She was pretty.
Scratch that.
She was beautiful.
Scratch that too.

She was more beautiful,
Than a sunrise on a winter morning.
Or a rainfall on an autumn day
Where the leaves dance in the wind
And fill the sky with life.
More beautiful than a flower
That breaks through the cracks
Of a concrete garden
And brings color to the air.
She was more beautiful,
Than any poem that's ever been written.

She was beautiful.
Scratch that.
She still is.
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 Dec 2013 Iley O'Glesby
Fiona Mae
He enters my presence,
Pure joy
We chat,
Effortlessly
We laugh,
Together
We relate,
To each other
I envision this forever
and smile
Just me and you,
Being.
We have enveloped ourselves,
in a made up world just for us
Our Shangri La,
Our own euphoria.
I can conceive it now
Beautiful,
Striving
Striking.
Then he stands up
and leaves
And that is it.
I become empty,
Alone,
Distraught.
This is how he leaves me.
Cold.
You’re right. I don’t
Know who I am. But,
I do know who I
Am not—I am not
The girl
You once knew.
She was deleted
Once you left.
As the dawn broke into the night
A call pierced my eyelids shut tight
It was a weary and painful cry
Of a sadness bleeding under the sky!
The night was thinly hanging still
My eyes slowly opened against their will
Within echoed someone ‘it wasn’t right,
To keep her at bay through the night’!
In the attic little throats were parched
Hungry mouths frantically searched
Blind eyes pined for softness
Yearned for her licking embrace!
The night had not gone down well
In her eyes dewdrops did dwell
Time seemed to move cruelly slow
‘When would open the window’!
Her eyes asked as I let her in
How I could be so awfully mean
As to not know in the mother’s breast the pain
When forced to be away from children!
 Nov 2012 Iley O'Glesby
Randi B
i once dreamt of forever after
                                               happily
until those words you spoke
                                              drifted
again­st my confessing whisper that frightened you
                                             away

the weight was, to say the least,
                                           unbearable
i reached into my own chest for
                                          reassurance
but instead found a decrepid box
                                          full up
of misremembered moments
                                         of lies
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