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Find the cracks in the broken pavement
Grass grows to mend the break
Water runs between the cracks
No matter what you do you can never replace the them fully back...
 Apr 2017 Moonshine Noire
Colm
Goodnight father
Goodnight sun
Goodnight detestability of day and enjoyment of all things costly and fun
Goodnight to you
And goodnight to me
Goodnight dear bed frame and thank you for this, your stability
Goodnight my pillow
Goodnight my bed
Goodnight and would you carry me, over the moon and back again?
Goodnight to you, to these honest things, which I may or may not mind first thing in the morning
Goodnight my distant memories
And goodnight to my favorite mystery, to your quiet and kind consistencies
For it’s a good night I offer, honestly
A good night from another
A goodnight from me
Goodnight my father
Goodnight to your son
Goodnight moonlit stars and spinning earth
Though the turning therein has just begun
Goodnight my Lord, goodnight and please, watch over those in need of sleep
Goodnight my God, a good night to you
Good night you have been, good to me
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 Apr 2017 Moonshine Noire
Li
I am writing. I am trying to write, rather. Because despite the number of books I carry on my back every day, I seem to feel the heaviness of the world more vividly, all the layers of sadness, all the in-betweens. I write because pain continues to follow the trail I try so hard to erase. My grief will never be enough to be noticed and there is no consolation after this. I try to write because there is no other way. I try to write because at the end of each day defeat seems to welcome me home and sleep has become an escape instead of a place to rest and waking up feels like an obligation rather than a gift. I am writing not because I am ungrateful but because no one listens except for the pulse I put in my pen. I try to write because I can never say it out loud. I don't know what this is but it has rendered me silent.

I write because emptiness shouldn't weigh this heavy.
From the aesthetic paint on her face,
To the long black dress taunting all her flaws.
From the start of her dangerous locks,
To the sharp high heels.

Her expression shows her interest in you,
Before hunting down another prey.
Her voice like an angel sent from hell,
Her existence is flaming hot and not as innocent as it seems.

She locked eyes with you,
With a smirk so playful.
She tore her gaze away just to look at your lips,
you licked your lips provocating her urge to kiss you.

She stood up and smoothed her deep black dress,
Before making her way to the empty seat besides you.
She licks her lips in a lustful manner,
As she stares teasingly into your warm brown eyes.

You leaned in for a quick kiss,
Before smiling with an I-want-more expression.
Your smile turned into a frown,
And you noticed what you've done.

The pleasure to you,
Turned into a disgusting displeasure.
You abruptly stood up,
And fastened your gaze onto her evil smirk.

You made your way away from her,
As she saw you fell to the ground like dead weight.
She smirked at your stupid body,
As she laughed loudly.

You just made a deal with the devil,
By kissing her poisonous lips.
To hold hope is a dangerous thing
Memories and dreams lacking colour,
living in the glint of light in tears for brief,
and painful seconds as they fall
only to be absorbed by my skirts
Each holding false hope in secret things,
bound to a twisted finger of cruel fate
I hide my face from light and sight
as I breathe life into shadow figures of
Once was, wasn't, and will never be
Undecided if reality is dreamt up by
a cruel child who derives its pleasure by
pulling legs from lady bugs and wings from
Butterflies
And being the escapist that I am
I play out my grey dreams in the fake lives of a family I seem to have imagined
And drown the rest in flowers and filth
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