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Olivia V Sep 2017
sunshine filters through emerald leaves.
her body, a golden dune.
warmth melts through her skin.
her chest, rising and falling
with the passing day.
she expands and dissolves into infinity.
  Sep 2017 Olivia V
wordvango
ah built of the rarest things
she stands elegant
a flare a star a moonbeam
all the rarest things
here

here I accept her bright her smile
her heat her heart glare
her touch a soft warming
confidence

all woman
all stars
all earthy knowing
all rarer than any
diamond

I take it
I bask I glow I become more
than what I was
before she dawned crested
smiled that beginning at me

I bow I pray I thank
every god I know
praise her
she is rare
she is precious

she is now
everything
  Sep 2017 Olivia V
Gidgette
The devil resides on a fence post,
covered in honeysuckle and black berry vines
Across the dirt road in front of my house
He squats there,
atop that post
With his beautiful grin and blue eyes
He has demples when he smiles,
and hair the colour of hay
His voice,
is that of silken sin
Offering up a drunkenness that the finest of whiskys can't give
He drowns me in satin,
posing promises never kept
He bruises peaches,
and feeds on flames
Beckoning my flesh,
with the sharpest of silver blades~A
I speak of this hell of addiction. It seems I've sold my soul to it. But we all have our vices.
  Sep 2017 Olivia V
Nick Moore
I love
that you
love

The things
that you
love

Even if I don't

Could you do the same for me?

If yes

What great lovers
we
could
be....
  Sep 2017 Olivia V
Heather Horner
The sun lifts its head
To open blue skies,
New promise, new life
New twinkling eyes.

But not mine.
Numbness crawls down my spine.

Children, dogs and footballs
Bounce upon the grass,
Breathe in the fragrant air
Spring is here at last.

But there's no spring in my step.
An emptiness sinks to my depths.

Daffodils and daisies
Catch blossoms on the breeze
Bright sunlight beams
Through green, lush trees

But I'm down on my knees
Screaming, please.

Close the curtains,
stay down, hide.
Wear black to reflect
What's curdling my insides

Direct me, distract me
from this crippling grief
This season's prescription
Gives no fresh relief.
  Sep 2017 Olivia V
Hannah
my favorite time of the day is 4am,
or maybe it's my favorite time of the night.

whether I'm just waking up,
or just going to sleep,

the calm darkness and quiet reminds me
that right now it's only me and the moon.

I like to think that she listens.
I talk to her like company.

this is the most cozy time of night,
or maybe the easiest part of the day.

she is the only thing
that always comes back to me.
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