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Oct 2013 n a

i do not remember your voice and now i am crying

Oct 2013 n a

Annie

i do not remember your voice and now i am crying

There are cannibals in my bed eating
the crumbs inside my head
the crumbs that you left
upon the ground
the things we kept
unsaid
(or said)
either way there was
no sound
entering or exiting
your lips as they danced
entirely still
wonderfully entranced
enigmatic notes struck
on the chord
of feeling and thinking
I am painfully bored
enthralled and excited
hands rolled in corridors
with tobacco droplets
and simple syrup
drowning the thought
of your features
that resemble canyons and hills
i forgot our love
is hibernating in the skin
of a tree in the mountains
outside of sedona
and i forgot the way the pinholed
stars sang to us
and i forgot the way
our hands became one
but it lingers
and it vibrates
it reminds me
of a fold in the fabric
the way it was eternal
yet fleeting
forever
but not nearly long enough

Oct 2013 n a

and the moon,

Oct 2013 n a

Morgan

and the moon,

she sleeps with every
gorgeous star in the night's
vast sky but she still feels
outshone by the bright smile
of the sun each morning

Oct 2013 n a

A Little Something About Loving Ghosts

Oct 2013 n a

Asphyxiophilia

A Little Something About Loving Ghosts

I have always imagined your touch as sunlight
As the heat trapped beneath my blanket when I first wake up
As the rug warming my bare feet in the morning
But that was before I realized I was loving a ghost
Before I saw my breath in front of my face
And realized we had just shared our first kiss
Before I wrapped my arms around myself after walking outside
Feeling the air cut through my skin like a thousand knives
Now I see you in the bottom of every glass
When I am left feeling even emptier than before I took a drink
Now I see you at the bottom of every staircase
As a reminder that even if I would jump
You wouldn't be there to break my fall
Because no matter how far a ghost's arms may reach
They'd never be solid enough to catch me.

Oct 2013 n a

Untitled

Oct 2013 n a

Keshia Hayley Africa

Untitled

There are days when I tend to let my thoughts get the better of me.
I tend to see things in a different way, completely changed you'd see.
I start to blame myself for things I have no control over.
But it all seems my fault, until someone speaks some sense in me.
My thoughts get the better of me so badly sometimes that I see more bad than good in what I once considered perfection.
I feel as if i'm ready to lose my mind
Emotions on a rollercoaster, but there's not even a high.
Inexplicable feelings, you just wouldn't understand.
The things I have to go through, you haven't experienced it first hand.
Though i've intended no harm, people were hurt nonetheless.
Cause you can't always please everybody, only a select few at a time.
I just haven't decided who's worth it, because i'm no good at goodbyes.
Why does it all hurt so much, can't explain the pain that my heart feels .
It saddens the heart, spirit and mind , my "happy buzz" is killed.
Amazing how we come to feel and think of the things we once cherished, once loved and will always remember.
Just know things aint always easy.
And there's more to what you see.
Best believe life's gonna change you
Just hope i'll still be me.