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 Mar 2014 Lydia
KILLME
Good Morning!
 Mar 2014 Lydia
KILLME
good morning world,
I'm facing another day

where pain seeps and swirls
while pushing people away

but I'm a new girl
and my feeling can't be swayed

I'll give this new moment a whirl,
and there's nothing you can say
 Aug 2012 Lydia
Lisa marie
Distance
 Aug 2012 Lydia
Lisa marie
Weathered and torn,
he lay still counting the cracks along the walls.
His eyes closing...realizing dreaming was the only option when options were sparse.
No it isn't too comfortable in the hospital room.
He covers himself in blankets as if they'll protect him from this nightmare
This chaos with a capital C...a...n..c..e..r.
Hope is a balancing act, one small change in the alignment and
all can be lost...

And he is an acrobat, swinging from one rope to another
waiting to fall...or waiting for the show to be over
and a standing crowd cheering at how amazing it was to see such
a magnificent performance.
I'll wrap my arms around his neck and whisper in his ear "i knew you could do it"
 Aug 2012 Lydia
Sara Teasdale
Alone
 Aug 2012 Lydia
Sara Teasdale
I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give —
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone, as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me only swirling snow,
Above me, endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
And only my own spirit’s pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not lonely, having died.
 Jun 2012 Lydia
N23
"I want to push you so far away
that the look in your eyes
no longer causes me to question
your love
         and yet
I want to hold you
            to me
tightly,
fiercely,
until we are both somehow lost
in the way that you make me feel."
                                                          ­     she says to me.

firm fingertips tracing the curve of my stomach.
soft lips kissing the swell of my hips.

(I say nothing.)
I wonder if the sky gets sad

Its common purpose

A different herald

Floating like an un-forgiveness

Its clouds, its clouds, its clouds

Waifs in white clothing
 Jun 2012 Lydia
Amelia Petrini
When will we stop lying to ourselves;
Allowing ourselves to believe that
Eyes wide open, lying naked on the floor
Our minds are being enlightened?
As images transcend
From clear patterns on the wall,
And sweating,
Your heart steadily beating,
You pray for some sort of chemical salvation.

We try to justify it to ourselves;
Make ourselves believe that
Dropped on a little piece of paper
Placed on eager tongues,
From clear patterns on the wall,
And hollow,
Senseless realizations,
The secrets of the universe have been revealed.

Is this the Messiah you have chosen?
The One you will bow down to?
Eyes wide open, gazing towards heaven—
Do you feel enlightened?
As images press against you
And rain down from cloudy skies?
Focused,
Your face alight with admiration,
You think you’ve discovered God’s truth.

But when will we stop lying to ourselves;
Allowing ourselves to believe that
Eyes shut tight, floating calmly on a rainbow
Our minds are being enlightened?
As patterns transcend
From the music all around you,
And sweating,
Your heart steadily beating,
You’ve attained a false salvation.
 Apr 2012 Lydia
Sean Pope
The Light
 Apr 2012 Lydia
Sean Pope
Two and sixty days ago —
Two months, or so I'm told —
I wandered, wistful, without cause,
Through a memory of old.

A hall of walls I wandered, tall,
As tall as tales I could weave,
But none as tall as this regale,
A story that you won't believe.

I walked near endless hours,
My only friends the cobblestones,
Ringing in my steps the sin
That only time atones,

When upon that pallid plaster
I did spy a shocking sight:
Upon that place's rocky face,
The wall had turned to light.

"Curious," I cooed and questioned,
Calm as I could never be,
"Perhaps it might be that this light
Is rightly mine, I see?"

And as I pondered that hall I wandered,
A chilling change I never chose arose:
That light so rife with delight and fright
Began to open, and I froze,

For that particular portcullis I pondered
Put me in a vice.
I nary noticed that walls in focus
Had changed into a hall of lights.

Transfixed, the light engulfed me so,
As slow as my bewildered head
Could comprehend the candid land
I planned my final stand in dead.

I whizzed through spaces, unknown places,
In stasis from the faceless force
When finally I fell, the frenzied light
Still tight from an unseemly source.

All at once, those two months
Became a fraction of a wink;
The frost was lost as I was tossed
Among the lights of what I think.

And where else would I find myself
But in this courtyard we call love?
My journey never left my head,
Nor bed's unconscious dreamland hub.

Two and sixty days ago,
I heard these words so true,
And in the dark they were my light:
You told me "I love you."
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