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  Aug 2018 Nobody
Poppy
Hey little one, won't you lift up your chin,
Put your monsters away and please let me in?
I won't break your heart. I wouldn't know where to begin,
Take your last breath and let me hear your sin.

Let your heart strings unfurl, and I'll bind them to mine,
And they'll beat a strange beat, as they now intertwine,
Close your eyes little one, I'll make everything fine,
For I am Death, and you are simply divine.
I hope that you're all having a lovely day!
  Aug 2018 Nobody
Allen James
You're my joy,
And my grief,
My peaceful rest,
And lack of sleep,
My only truth,
My endless fraud,
You're my heathen,
And my God,
My brightest future,
And dark past,
You're my first love,
And my last,
Source of all sickness,
And good health,
A stranger and,
My deepest self,
My rising sun,
And fallen moon,
You're the dreadful silence,
And my favorite tune,
You are my numbness,
And my pain,
My peace of mind,
And thoughts unchained,
My heart of gold,
Split in two,
Good or bad,
I dream of you.
Nobody Aug 2018
Swallowing makes my lips crack and bleed.
I can’t remember my last smile, I can barely breathe.
Every breath produces a sting, that burns
through my chest leaving my body weak.
I try to keep walking but all I feel is an ache.
My eyes can’t focus, I'm going to be sick.
I don’t know how to function in this place,
nothing makes sense.
It's so hard to lift my legs or stand up straight,
my throat is dry I don’t know how much
more heat I can take.
My face is scorched, I'm miserable and worn.
I've been limping through miles of hell.
I can't tell if I'm turning to ash
or starting to melt.
Strong winds keep blowing sand
straight up to the sky,
then I try not to stumble
as I rub my eyes.
I’m so tired from traveling
through the desert of my mind.
  Aug 2018 Nobody
Shannon Ní Bhriain
Who are we?

What am I?

Who makes me breathe?

What makes me cry?

Who counts the hours?
I’m told it’s Time
But who is he
to draw MY lines?

Why fascinate
on trivial life?
Why - curb - what’s - slow
and what flashes by?

Why build me walls
On season and sun,
On passion and memory
On dusk and on dawn?

Why steal my moments,
to not give back?
Why age my YOUTH!
with wrinkle and crack?

Why take away?

Why break apart?

Why pick a ‘day’ - to stop a heart.
  Aug 2018 Nobody
Laura Duran
He loves me, he loves me not
We're meant to be, or so I thought
My heart is broken, the pain is real
I long for peace, from all I feel

I fake a smile, so no one knows
I mimic strength, lest weakness shows
I refuse surrender, I stand and fight
I must succeed, and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart, and I can breathe again

Minutes into hours, hours into days
The love I held so tightly, starts to fade away
The pain begins to lessen, the tears no longer fall
Seemed misery was forever but it's not that way at all

Those nights you haunt my dreams
Are now few and far between
When memories overtake me, I know I'll be alright
I know now what to do....and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart and I can breathe again
Yes, I can breathe again.
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