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 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
Meka Boyle
I fell asleep beneath a cape
Of thick, porcelain mist-
And let my soul sink into the ground,
As darkness did persist.
I heard a demon cry to god,
Begging his precious grace
To wash away the rotten ash
Crucified upon his face.
The air was cloaked with righteousness,
It seeped into the pores
Of pagan trees and shrubbery:
Cast out of heaven's doors.
I curled my knees up to my chest,
And wrapped my arms round close,
As cold, damp air embraced my skin,
Invoking the Holy Ghost.
                                                                                   MB.
Night is always still and being alone is reasonable
stuck on a couch with hands in my pants like Al Bundy
I enjoy the old animations to rekindle my youth
At first I just knew it to be late night programming
but now its a laughing fit for the bald and the lonely
callers longing for that flirtatious, accepting voice

How do they know the lonely are with the late night?
When did the early hour become the time to persuade
love, lust, and empowerment of oneself?
the laughing stops and I wonder how much
insecurity there must be under the distant stars
How many of us wish we could go to sleep? maybe
its that unbearable coldness on the other side of the bed
Oh, I don't mean to sigh, or groan,
No this isn't a moan I don't mean this
Word the way it often seems but
Have we became the 'ironic points of light'?

That was your prophecy, I guessed, anyway.
But if you can see, please look and
Well, be happy, maybe?
See us working, not just verses
But lit by sound I'm here in a big
Mixing *** of music ready for the
Bruises of potential.

Nah, I'll bask in the fun of this
Experimental sapling all small just now.
Here I am sprawling beatwordbeat
There he is with beatbeatbeat
Letter to the letter (MPC?)

But, **** it all if I don't love this
Chance for poetry.
Well me and my flatmate Robin are working together, music and poetry. And if anyone knows 'September 1st 1939' by W.H. Auden, I hope you understand the point of this. Creativity will save the world!!
He had held her
one last time.
He was in her arms-
it had felt so right.
Now he was gone- gone- gone.
His last breath-
wasted on her. He had crumbled, fallen,
and she was screaming to the night.
Her last wish-
her selfishness had left him with no time left to speak.
He was in her arms as she cradled him like a babe,
Rocking him slowly-
wishing all the world would just disappear.
Just fade-
all shall fade- To nothing.
She truly was a fool-
The greatest fool to ever live-
And her love was gone-
leaving her with only
an empty shell-forever cold and hollow.

*All shall fade.
All shall fade.
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
mac azanes
Forget me and the times we had.
Did you notice that my heart is dead.
While your having fun with him,
I'm mourning in my bed.

Now,You can't hurt me no more.
Co'z this piece of me stops from beating.

Flash your smile,
Co'z your free.
From me,
And to all the misery.

You  don't need to worry.
Co'z my back fits on this casket.
Will you cry,or just keep in silent.
Will your tears fall?

I'm sure your happy with him.
And please do stop pretending
Co'z i ain't blaming you.
It's the rope on that ceiling.
When it gets to be too much
When the ache in one’s chest becomes a pounding throb
And every breath becomes a chore of monumental effort
Remember that life goes on
That life wont be as hard
And pain from disappointment & regret will eventually pass
It is increasing.
Pain. Physical. Mental.
Should I regret it?
more than anything, I want to know you're here.



Speak.
The bus is a roaring,
humming dragon.
That growls and stalls,
The buses fire,
warms us from the outside cold.
The bus takes us away,
to far away lands,
where dragons could never exist.
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