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 Jun 2013 Maddie Lane
Caroline K
A part of me knew that this would happen,
his life was in flames,
burning bright and fast to ash.
Watching him burn made me feel whole,
I could be his anchor.
He could see,
I was a safe waiting to be cracked.
That I needed him so much more,
then I put on.
As long as he spoke the right lies
and emptied the time left,
he would get the combination.
Is that what he did?

Drowning
in his depth of troubled tides
that I've created.

Lost
my grip once in,
this unfamiliar place
that we've built.

Trying
to hold on to what is good,
as I trail on Davy Jones
scratchy rock bottom.

He'll
never need me
to be embedded in the cool sand.

The belly of the ocean
isn't as dark as it seems.
I can see the white light surface
the glass blocks.
Prisoner from reality in this
relationship utopia.
Everything
is as real as it seems.
Sharks always swarm
once someone bleeds.
 Jun 2013 Maddie Lane
Chuck
Seasons
 Jun 2013 Maddie Lane
Chuck
Twenty-five years ago
Upon the cold driven snow
I dreamt of future days
Of us in a summer haze

Seasons were born then passed
Our weathered love didn't last
Another summer now
You're still in my head somehow

Days gone by, all grown up
Once dreamt of sipping the cup
The season brought me wisdom
Dry mouth, yet breathing freedom

In the winter of my youth
I thought that you were truth
Now in the summer of life
I'm glad you aren't my wife
This is not at all autobiographical. I actually just wrote this with the number 25, snow, summer, and the form in my head. I think it turned out ok. I hope you like it.
to everyone I’ve ever loved

i.
you were the first
you taught me so much
i spent six years loving you
and you never loved me back
you taught me how to quit
how to give up
how to fail
my only wish is that i learned sooner

ii.
i never knew that a simple “thank you”
could hurt the same as cold steel
carving up my body

i offered you my heart
and you told me
i could keep it

iii.
i’m sorry


iv.
you’ve ruined me
to this day i still dream of you
i cry out from fitful sleep
and wake with your name upon my lips

every word I write
is a futile attempt
to relive the blissful moments
i spent in your presence

the distance between us
is an ocean of sorrow
and i
cannot
swim
I'm always falling for girls who are arrows shot through the hearts of prodigal sons.

You've been in my head for days.
I've been clinging to your later
Like a shipwrecked sailor
Clings to the shattered bow
As the ocean tries to swallow him whole.
You swallowed me whole,
And you barely even opened your mouth;
Just wide enough for me to taste honey
And see stars that have been three nights creating haloes around my drunken head.

But you'll only hold my hand in the shadows;
You'll only ask me how I am if you know the answer will be
I'm fine
not
I've got you under my skin
But you're under it, girl.
You're seven layers deep,
And suddenly you're rushing through my bloodstream
And filling my body with a five-dime dream
That is only of your face.
Everyone knows that web of red veins
All lead back to the heart.

So I'm putting up fences
But leaving gaps between the posts
So when you’ve circulated my system
and I can feel you tingling electricity in every one of my cells
It’ll look like the bars I’ve put up were to keep you out
But really the space between was to let you in.
I’ll be shining a light so bright that maybe you’ll grow powdered wings
and flutter towards me like a moth who can’t ignore the flame for even one more second.

You’re more like a butterfly though.
When I look at you I see every colour;
I see grace and beauty, and in your voice I hear a melody so sweet it makes me wonder
whether you’re a girl,
Or if maybe you’re a songbird.
Maybe you build a new nest every night
From twigs and feathers and broken hearts.

You showed me a cutting of your old boyfriend’s hair
That you keep in your wallet
Because you dream of recreating him.
I thought if I knew how I’d make an army of this boy for you,
I’d carve his face from limestone
And give him blossoms for eyes
But I’d give him my lips,
So that when you kissed him I’d taste you.

  And it’s not like I’d make you,
But inside my head we’re every day making each other laugh;
We’re every day running through dappled fields,
Calling each other’s names,
Smelling each other’s hair.
It’s the sweetest thing.
That’s all I really want to say
Is that you make me smile and dream,
And sometimes I’m looking at your face
For just a bit longer than you’re looking at mine,
And in the half-light I think,
*Isn’t she beautiful.
 May 2013 Maddie Lane
Caroline K
Maybe
It won't hurt.
When the August
heat stops giving tans
and we are both burned
by the questionable act
of mutual heartbreak.
Or **maybe

It will.

Maybe
my heart
will call for you to be
painted with me
in my portrait
of my framed future
and that's how I'll know.
Or maybe
when the credits close
this summer flick
and life begins, it will be silent.
And maybe
all that will be left for us
is a scar of remembrance
from our once burning skin.

Maybe
Distance can
create the bond
to be fonder
Or maybe
it will create
the heart
to forget
how fond
it once was

Maybe
we will be afloat in the same sea
and you will be painted
on my canvas once again
or maybe,
the stable sand will be gone
from our hourglass relationship.
Which one will it be?
 May 2013 Maddie Lane
September
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."*

I say it twice.
Not to enforce a point
but to give both of us
a copy.
 May 2013 Maddie Lane
LDuler
Awakening
And longing to return
-Reality slaps with steel hands
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