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 Apr 2016 Makenzie Scott
Torin
I had to learn to love not loving you
I had to see your words as daggers
And your hands as claws
Such terrifying talons
Will no longer hold me
No longer my deleterious womb
No more my injurious tomb
Not a darkened porcelain moon
A negligent progenitor
I elect I have no mater
She is dead to me
While she breathes
Tonight, in a crowded room I felt your absence,
and recognized that I would not know your company again

I wish your corn husk voice would sooth my bull frog tears once more
You don't need to stay forever
Just for this instant, be mine again
hold me like tomorrow will never come

Please help me sort through the heartbreak that is cluttering my purse,
and the mess of receipts and candy wrappers littering my heart
That is-
I can not seem to tell yesterday from tomorrow
A pile of ***** laundry is mocking me,
growing faster than I can be proud of
You'll find me hiding behind mismatched socks
You've seen it all before
More than just pals
I loved her
she wrote me
Ghazals
I loved her
she told me goodbye
I loved her
I wonder why
I loved her.
 Apr 2016 Makenzie Scott
Torin
I send my life into a vacuous void
A downward spiral
Because I want to
I send my spirit on trips across the universe
With no direction
Because I must do

And maybe I say too much
When the truth
I have always been afraid of silence

I send my light into the black hole
At the center of the galaxy
Because I can
I send my love to you
Hoping to be destroyed
I hope you understand

And maybe I want too much
Its only proof
I have always been afraid of nothing
The setting sun still blazes
A white hot disc
It's final defiant rays
Shaped and shifted
By the softly sailing layers of cloud
And feathers and threads of vapour
All reflected as glinting sequins
Upon the sparkling sea
As it softly  rolls and splashes
Rattling pebbles and empty shells
Invading and the disappearing beach
Seasoning the air
With salty spray to sharpen the senses
And the ceaseless rhythm of the murmuring tide
Stirs and caresses the soul
And whispers of a million memories
Time and tide and ocean
At peace in endless motion

                                  By Phil Roberts
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