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 Nov 2013 Vitæ
LJ Chaplin
Traveller
 Nov 2013 Vitæ
LJ Chaplin
Mama I'm not coming home tonight,
Don't fret I promise I'll be alright,
I'm moving on to better things,
Left the nest and spread my wings,
And feel the sun on the back of my heart.
Father you never understood my plans,
Told me you'd take matters into your hands,
Kicked me to the ground and said,
Son you need to clear your head,
But I'm still waiting for life to start.
Hitch-hiker happiness and suitcase sorrows,
Feel the space between today and tomorrow,
Ride the winds of a thousand ambitions,
Set fire to your inner inhibitions,
Aeroplanes and cars and trains,
My future will never be the same,
I'm a travelling teen with a travelling mind,
So I'll start again and leave my insecurities behind.
 Nov 2013 Vitæ
Dre Guthrie
I have spent a lot of time
gazing at you quietly
and enough time has passed
to where I have seen everything.

You sigh a little sometimes,
a little huff of soft air from the
corners of your mouth
when you think I'm not looking.

When you're nervous, you fidget
fingers curled up in blonde hair
canines nibbling on your cheek
when you think I won't notice.

You smile at the littlest things
you laugh enough to make me sigh
it's a little giggle of a laugh, and it's sweet
when you think I'm not paying attention.

But, I am, and have been since I saw you
my eyes have never since wandered
if it's those silences that make you doubt
leave them all behind.

For it is in those silences that I truly see
all of those tiny gestures and sounds
little sighs, giggles, widened eyes
that make me remember.

They make me remember that I,
the lonely soul, the aloof fool
fell in love with you easily
like those smiles, effortless and warm.

So, when you notice me watching
you needn't be shy anymore
because I have been watching you
since that day we met.

And my eyes will never stray. *I promise.
 Nov 2013 Vitæ
soul in torment
I'm when you subconsciously push your hair over your ear
I'm when you smile on public transport while strangers stare
I'm when you snuggle that cushion close watching tv alone
I'm when you fancy Chinese food yet order pizza again
I'm when you find you can't sleep yet dream happily
I'm when you long for something but cannot decide what
I'm when and what and where and I'm words
 Nov 2013 Vitæ
Thomas Nashe
Spring
 Nov 2013 Vitæ
Thomas Nashe
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing—
  Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay—
  Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet—
  Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
    Spring, the sweet Spring!
 Nov 2013 Vitæ
J R
No Other Woman
 Nov 2013 Vitæ
J R
I admire her in silent reverence,
though she doesn't know my name.
Milky skin and graceful curves
will haunt my every day.
She radiates a boundless wonder;
sets my heart ablaze.
Oceans swell in desperation,
longing her embrace.
And when she's fallen, I'm adrift
by daylight's sullen gloom.
No other woman can eclipse
the beauty of the moon.
 Nov 2013 Vitæ
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Page
 Nov 2013 Vitæ
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My ink craved to pen down
the infinity thoughts - emotive frequencies
for you. You fill up each millimetre of space
confined in my million cells
multiply by a trillion
on the single line page

My thoughts could only fathom
the air you drew
which circled round
and round, round

We italic
reach the same line,
empty all over again.
 Nov 2013 Vitæ
soul in torment
Your poetry
spoke to me
when
no one else
would
 Nov 2013 Vitæ
soul in torment
Can I
silence your tongue
with
movements
of my
own
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