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 Nov 2014 Kwanele
Rupal
I wonder...
 Nov 2014 Kwanele
Rupal
That which gives fragrance...

where does the fragrance go
when it rots...

Is my being...

an ecstatic sobriety
or
a sober drunkenness...

I wonder...
 Nov 2014 Kwanele
Zelda Morgan
Jamie
 Nov 2014 Kwanele
Zelda Morgan
Jamie wakes up
A gunshot from within
Eyelids crash into the cage

Jamie gets up
The heavy shadow also rises
The unwanted, only company

Jamie takes a shower
Water pouring hot and clean as angry man's blood
The bars cannot be washed nor melted

Jamie, the golden child
Jamie's gold is turning into stone

Jamie takes a bus ride
Circumventing the forever nameless faces
Are their shields up too?

Jamie gets to school
Nails buried deep within the palms
A secret buried deep within it's ugliest of kingdoms

Jamie laughs much too loudly
For it takes an earthquake to cover the storm
It's relentless shivers just won't die

Jamie, the martyr
The crown of thorns restlessly resting on Jamie's head

Jamie walks back
Way back
Yesterday's sun - today's dark cloud

Jamie listens to a song
Swimming in the pool of ease
A pool much too shallow for Jamie's big fat shadow

Jamie stops to smell the flowers
But finds none
Only a concrete meadow swallows Jamie's feet

Nobody ever considers Jamie
But this evening Jamie is considering

Jamie comes back home
And finds all hopes lay fast asleep
Or is it the reek of death?

Jamie undresses, and then some more
The essence without thick skin collapses
It's tortured and it tortures
It's weak and it weakens
It's broken and it brakes

The menacing trigger
The blood flow
The bare images of hot white pain
It all drifts away
As Jamie drifts into sleep

Jamie, the divine soul tainted
Much too used to taking bullets

Jamie, the heart that bravely fought

Jamie, for who would have thought so many demons
could live within an angel?
 Nov 2014 Kwanele
Sarah Spang
If hers is a long and lonely climb
Atop her distant perch,
His then was a lengthy trek
Across the endless earth.
Inspired by sunshine and Nickelcreek. Always means always.
 Nov 2014 Kwanele
Andrew Durst
The hard part was
trying to convince
myself that it
was the right
thing to do.
Close to home?
 Nov 2014 Kwanele
Jenny
Leaving
 Nov 2014 Kwanele
Jenny
If you’d ever leave
I wouldn’t know who to be
I wouldn’t know where to turn
I’d have all these bridges to burn

If you’d ever leave
The sun wouldn’t be as bright to me
If you’d ever leave me
My heart would be missing a beat

And if you ever leave
I just wouldn’t know how to see
Even though you would be free
I would never forget that memory

And if you’d ever leave me
I would look out on our seas
In a different way
I would wish you’d stay
If you’d ever leave.
Just imagined what it would be like if someone, anyone you rely on with your soul and heart left.
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