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 Jun 2020 -elixir-
Sophie Lucy
You always preferred your coffee black,
Strong and hot and stable,
I would sip my tea across the kitchen table.
Silent moments such as these,
Would make me feel my most at ease.
But now all that's left is tea.
 Jun 2020 -elixir-
Xaela San
Tranquility in the silence of the evening

A maiden walks in the garden with her night gown

Illuminating moonlight touching her bare face

She reminiscence her almost forgotten past

While thinking deeply, her thoughts influenced her mind

As stories of the past unfold before her eyes

The unreachable past can be felt in the heart

Chapters of her life, feelings hidden, resurfaced

Sweet as a nectar from blooming flowers of spring

A story where tears are evidence of sorrow

Memories serene like the quiet winter's night

Joy and sadness she experienced made her now

This brought upon a faint smile in her once frowned lips.
~Who else randomly recall memories at night?
~Does reminiscing the past makes you nostalgic or sad?
~Does it help you sleep or makes you stay up all night?

The silence of the night helps me remember something in he past that either makes me happy, laugh, cry, sad or feel nostalgic. Sometimes thinking deeply makes me stay up late but also help me learn from my past actions. The regrets, the mistakes, the decisions, the reasons, the joy, the disappointments, the sorrow: It made me who I am now and put me to the path I take today. I guess it made me: Much stronger and better than before. XS

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 Jun 2020 -elixir-
Rupert Pip
gore
 Jun 2020 -elixir-
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 Jun 2020 -elixir-
Emily
I look at the moon and think of you.
 Jun 2020 -elixir-
Jayne E
the ways of men
pondered
tears spilled
on the pillow
a poem written
as a prayer
so please
I beg
let me sleep
now
peaceful
please

© J.C.
 Jun 2020 -elixir-
Vilene Joubert
I finally broke down every wall for You

And you picked up every single stone
Just to throw it back at me.........
 Jun 2020 -elixir-
francine
libary,
each day i went to the libary.

libary,
each day i spent at the libary.

libary,
each day i waste at the libary.

libary,
each day with no where else to go.

libary,
each day with no where else to be.

libary.

from the darkness,
you were my sanctuary.
 Jun 2020 -elixir-
Ian Everett
To Love a Writer
you must be brave,
eager to read
the words
you would rather
hear.

To Love a Writer
you must be prepared,
for days hidden
from the sun,
a symptom of
the disease.


To Love a Writer
you must be crazy,
ignore the insomnia
and fight
for attention
at night.

but know this ..

If a Writer Loves You,
their Love is complete,
you are amazing to them,
they will dream
of you often,
in ink forevermore.
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