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 May 2014 Auss
Hayleigh
Lies heavy
A heart of disdain
Entrenched in yesterday's catastrophes
A morsel remains.
So you sit take
A razor to your wrist
The urge to strong, too enticing, to resist
And inflict pain
Tear open your veins.
Just like paper.
And there's a waiter in the midst
Inside of you
But your waiting and debating
Has got the best of me too.
And we're sat here together
Hands interlaced
Wondering if we'll ever get out of this place.
If that gorgeous smile of yours
Will ever rejoice upon your face
And tumble across those lips.
And despite the promises
We're wondering if the pair of us
Really are equipped for this,
journey you're embarking upon.
Honey I know it will be long,
But you deserve so much better.
Nows your time
Clench it in your tightest fist
Before you're gone.
Before we hear your funeral song.
Darling grab it with all your might
Now's the time.
You have to fight.
Just thinking out loud..
 May 2014 Auss
Hayleigh
Honey take away the blade
From those innocent little wrists
You're far too precious
To hurt yourself like this.
Baby, take your fingers
From down your throat,
You're far too beautiful,
To make yourself gag and joke.
Sweetheart, empty those pills,
From your hands
You're far too gifted
To slip through the sands
Of time.
Darling, take the fist away,
From your head,
Your far too special,
Take your fist to a pillow instead.
Angel, take all those self destructive thoughts and hold yourself in your arms,
You're worth so much more and deserve so much better,
than to cause your self harm.
I promise.
 May 2014 Auss
Nomad
The Hills Are Alive!
Alive I say indeed!
They aren't biased, or judgmental,
or are they filled with greed!

The hills are alive, enjoying each day as they come,
they don't mind the feet that tread on them,
it doesn't make it worrisome!

The hills are alive,
can you hear their sweet melody?
Well, sad thing is, I bet you can't,
if you're only stuck on the Telly.

Zut alors, what sad bunch we've become,
when we need someone to tell us,
(us!) that we don't have to be dumb.

Of course we don't,
none of us do,
but what do they say then,
when they happen on something new?

Gone are the days,
where vigor and work was required,
now we're only used to,
being beckoned or be sired!

The hills are alive,
and they weep,
weep I say!

As they watch the playful children that once were,
now inside they stay.
It's a shame,
a shame,
when the hills must really cry,
when all they're good for now,
is a peaceful place to die.

Let it be no more,
it's time to change,
and venture out through (indeed!) the door!

The Hills are alive!
Can you not hear their call!?
Or are you tuned out to the music,
the sweet music of it all?

Let it not be so,
my dear, dear friends of mine,
go out, breath in and out!
Enjoy the blessed sunshine.

For the Hills are still alive,
well and waiting patiently,
for the one day,
or more,
to gather children playfully.

The Hills are alive,
so why aren't you?
 May 2014 Auss
hushhush
I'm sorry if I smiled at you.
I know that you don't like that anymore
but it's just that
it was an accident.

And I'm sorry if I smiled at you
but
I just got confused
because
I saw your eyes,
They were there, on your face,
And
they were exactly the same
eyes that used to be on
your face, you see,
In those times
when they used to smile at me.
And they were exactly the same eyes
that used to look at me
like I was your favourite person.
And they were exactly the same eyes,
And

...Except that they don't do that now,
And I know that,
And that's why I'm sorry
if I smiled at you,
But surely
you can understand my confusion,
You see,
it was simply human instinct
to smile at something I knew.

And I suppose I just assumed
(and I suppose I was wrong)
that perhaps they might remember
me too,
And I wasn't thinking,
It was automatic...
But I'm sorry,
I shouldn't be making excuses,
I should have remembered
that you don't do that anymore.

I'm sorry if I smiled at you,
I just
don't know what happened.
 May 2014 Auss
r
Hard Water
 May 2014 Auss
r
White linen,
needle sewn.
Worn denim,
fades too soon.
Horse venom,
evil rune.
Hard water,
silver spoon.
Dead daughter,
red balloon.

r ~ 5/6/14
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 May 2014 Auss
Sarah Spang
Metaphors
 May 2014 Auss
Sarah Spang
If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-



Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.



If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-



You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.



If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-



Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.
 May 2014 Auss
Nomad
How?
Just how?
Did you know,
past my smiles and reassurance,
through my antics and all,
that underneath, behind my eyes, that I was in pain,
I was taking a fall.

How did you know?

You saw right through me,
like no one else could,
you sent me words of reassurance,
like no one else would.

So how did you know?

I hid it so well, no one else could catch on,
yet there you were,
to catch me,
before I was long and gone.

How did you know?

It's unnatural,
uncanny,
nearing impossible!
How you do what you do,
but I'm glad you did,
I'm really, really glad, that you knew.

But did you know?

You're my secret confessor,
though neither of us know it yet.
Because now with you,
I know my heart is set.

I can show you the things,
that only I hide below,
because it seems I just can't hide it,
because you always seem to know.

I Love... You.

But you'll never know.
To her, who always seems to see me right through.
To her, that always makes me feel unsure, of what...exactly to do.
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