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 Dec 2014 Kt W
Dean Eastmond
Wings
 Dec 2014 Kt W
Dean Eastmond
Let me tell you,
how I have loved and I have loved
and I have been loved
and I have not been loved
and, ****, do I know what heartbreak feels like.

Let me tell you,
how it scares me how my legs
are stronger than my heart.
I am so tired from running from him,
so I stand and take it now.

My blood no longer tastes of him,
but my coffee does,
so I let it go cold. Cold.

I let the ice seep in as a reminder
as to what he used to keep away.

Let me tell you,
how I've learnt to fly with fractured wings.
Fear me.
Run.

Dean Eastmond.
 Dec 2014 Kt W
Dean Eastmond
I whisper poison to myself in ways only poets can,
wondering why you never asked me for the antidote.
Sat in the middle of my warzone, decomposing symphonies
formed in your ears when my poetry held you tighter than I could.
It is better to recognise your blood stains for what they are.
I blame myself. I blame myself. I blame myself.

I blame myself, when you still arrive unannounced at my door
with ****** knees and elbows. Shirt sleeves and split jeans.
Again, I have another hole to make whole again.
To stitch up your stars into rearranged constellations
that match the traced freckles on your back,
that do not form to spell my name,
that aren't metaphors; but the truth.

Dean Eastmond.
 Dec 2014 Kt W
Public Diary
Untitled
 Dec 2014 Kt W
Public Diary
"If this is love I don't want it, please just take it from me."
"Why does it hurt so much?"
"Because it was real"
 Sep 2013 Kt W
netanya janel
if ever you wonder
if ever your heart should grow curious
for lust and love and spirit
electricity that splits the spine
a jolt of lightening
rushing through wide open veins
baby hairs standing on end
on the nape of your neck
a wave of cold sweat
dripping through your hair
moistens your back
if ever a moment passes
if ever you refrain from yelling loud
sing a melody
scream “i love you”
skip through a crowd of people
and smile
laugh
dance
and forget your worry
the temporary madness of yesterday
because you are static, ecstatic
you are wonderful
written by me
 Feb 2013 Kt W
Amber Blank
Poet
 Feb 2013 Kt W
Amber Blank
Hand to pen
Pen to paper
Ink to written word

My soul spills onto the fresh white canvas
Unfolding before me
Covering every inch with the essence of my
tormented heart.

Evolving into an unknown
Abstract form of art.
No clear lines, no defined purpose
Only the blurred color of emotion.

A true self portrait
To be seen only by mine own eyes
For on this canvas the only
perception of reality is my own.
 Feb 2013 Kt W
Sara Renner
You’re infuriating.
When you don’t pick a side.
When you disagree for no reason.
When you don't let me in.

You’re exhausting.
When you can’t sit still.
When you don’t take my advice.
When you don’t keep me in the loop.

You are maddening.
You are strenuous.
You are accepting.
Calming, irritating, caring,  
You are loving.

You are you alone.
And you are perfect.
 Feb 2013 Kt W
Ottar
There comes a time of day where I must put
my electronic and ink pens away, for another day.
I could write well into the night, in the west it is,
after all only eleven, but I am spent, stars out in the Heavens.
Oh to write so there is no malice and no spite,
to rise with the 'morrows ball of gas and orange fury.

Hope...for a different start.

But I am merely a man,
solo or in soliloquy, I cannot do it or
make it alone, but that is what I try to do.

Hope...does not lie in jest.

Everyday we live to breath is a test?
For the real race which is far away or near
to our heart's place?

Hope... is fleeting take a chance.

I will.
That is where I err.
I f'ward sail while
looking aft, I see not the rocks,
foaming at the bow.

Hope... is less without you.

I am less without you.
Not that I am all that you can
hope for.
Inattentive, I missed your leaving,
you found a lifeboat as I was
only finding rocks and the
press of the unfriendly waves.

Hope... left me grounded.

But the shores sharp spires eroded
my hull, my ship, my soul
so I was left and hope
was no longer on my lips or keeping
me afloat.  

Even the brightest stars faded,
mouth open in a cry,
as I drank deeply and sank into my
selfish depths.

Goodbye hope.
As my darkest thoughts
await me, no
dragged me down.

Waking no more.
 Feb 2013 Kt W
Tara Fear
I open my bottles,
They have sweet release,
Like finding love and inner peace,

So come, come find your release;
Let’s get high,
Get real and feel, the planets, the stars, the sky,

Spaced out, Crossing constellations,
Brake the moon, our ship, our stations,
Star struck lovers collide up high,
***** stop outs, in God’s eye.
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