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 Jun 2013 Leila
Stu Harley
I shall not
Let this heart
Drift in
These clouds
Another storm,
Yet, another storm
Unveils these precocious
Eyes of night
 Jun 2013 Leila
Katrina Maria
She paints her toes
Put her best face on
Cat eye wings drawn
Red lipstick promises
A tender heart beneath
White teeth lie and bite
Hide the charred insides
Assuming her favorite disguise
Her smile shows no sign of grace
Darker than the dead of space
Heat and chemical sprays
No part of her left genuine
A glance in the mirror
Before she goes out
Nothing can touch her
Except her own doubt

Perfect, she breathes
Perfect, she lies
Perfect, she screams
Perfect, she dies
i limped.

into the cathedral.
my life will be sorted,
if i bought the book @
£1.99, said suffering is
good.

i looked at the boys,
looked at the floor,
read ecclesiastes,
we are as dust,

and limped out.

sbm
 Jun 2013 Leila
N23
If I
 Jun 2013 Leila
N23
needed a keeper
I would want to be kept by
                                                           you

like a cat,
I spend hours in your lap
and in my contentment you
run your fingers
through my hair,
down my spine.

I bet that you could make me purr.

(Though, if you asked,
I'd say no.)

I want you
     to make me say
                                                    yes.
By CiCi & Niah
There
is a
moment,
a baseball bat
riding the kinetic wave
the birth of a
rhythm sinewy
meat on the
arms of this animal

swings
and
connects..
The force that was
once flying at you
has a change of heart
all in an instant
departing direction
but not before reverb
impact
and
your body
left with the
message.
 Jun 2013 Leila
Lily Gabrielle
As fast as ocean sweeps the bay
legs of crescent carry away
a sea of wonder won't reject
the sweetest moons you collect
in the palm of your hand soft as peach
slender spine strains to reach
the sun in the sky too far for advice
on speaking to creatures fragile as ice
because the sweetest girl, dear Josephine
shielded by blue instead of green
has a smile painted upon the wall
off the museum fortress she dare not fall
because the places you venture will seem
only to exist before in your dreams
never so lonesome as an unshared bed
cluttered with thoughts of remorse instead
slamming doors in the old broken home
cover the windows high with stones
when travels far and wide resume
remember your home is always the moon.
you're not gonna bother to think
before you pour another drink
so go ahead and mix it up
until you feel like you're pretty enough
calm the thoughts that race through your mind
dancing around under lights that blind
looking for someone to hold you near
they'll whisper whatever you want to hear
determined the world will drive you insane
you can't stand to feel the pain
so here we go, you're gonna drink
bottles empty fast
trying to outrun the past
let go of the life that chains you down
baby you'll never leave this town
can't get one foot in front of the other
statistics, are you just another?
you have this plan every day
that you're not gonna let it slip away
that you'll fight whatever's worth fighting for
and you won't do this, drink anymore
and you feel like you're thinking clearer
until you look inside the mirror
feel the weights heavy like chains
and you know what will ease the pains
of life, of living
tired of giving
and it's so easy to fall
when you've lost it all
and the bottle knows your name
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