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 May 2015 namii
Estherzz21
How nostalgic it is.
To walk on thin rope.
That defined my life.
Never looking back.
Only towards front.
Sadly, not a choice.

How nostalgic it is.*
*To undo feelings.
Avoiding hatred.
or better, sadness.
Sighing in despair.
Oh clamour, just shut up.
There are times,when I avoid thinking too much,
because once i think, I'm afraid I won't be returning.
 May 2015 namii
Vitæ
Embers
 May 2015 namii
Vitæ
A hummingbird like time,
unforgiving it is, beloved,
let us fall prey to its charms
just for a while.
Stay, until the
fires below erupt
unto a thousand years
leaving behind us,
trails of golden
embers.
 May 2015 namii
Thushena
Cold coffee // I spilt cold coffee on my white dress // the morning you told me you were in love with her.

What could I have done better? //  love you harder? // kiss you on the cheek before I left for work each day? // forget the world and lie in bed with you whenever your heart was feeling blue? // which happened a lot towards the end of everything.

'People do fall out of love you know' // yes people fall out of love all the time // but darling, you fell right into her.
 May 2015 namii
April Lorenzo
And as I watched her lecture me
on love and loss and all that's in between
I couldn't hear her.
I couldn't understand.
Because I knew, she was talking
to herself more than me.
For my love and loss and
all that's in between
Reminded her of what she's forgotten;
Of who she's loved
Of what she's lost
and all that's in between.
 May 2015 namii
Thushena
you are exit wounds // blue jeans // and the silence before a gunshot // I am cheap ***** // warm water // and quivering hands // we were never good for each other // but you stayed //  and I will always love you for that.
 May 2015 namii
Andrew Tinkham
I made her in the mornings
A *** of tea for two.
I loved her twice at lunchtimes
Oh how everything grew.
I left her in the evenings
To find her something new.
I kissed her in the twilight
She walked me in the dew.
 May 2015 namii
Ella Gwen
Green tea equations and cigarettes and
a distinct lack of food and
dark night lovely lonely walks and
maybe tomorrow
she will wake in a life
where she can love all parts of herself.

Can you feel that?
What a wondrous sensation.
She takes cold hands and
questions and buries them
in that empty stomach that
sings loudest when she fails
at sleeping. This girl with worn patches
and an overwhelming sense of
irony; there's too much to her
but still she is not enough.
 May 2015 namii
Mike Hauser
She is beauty, she is grace

She is the wonder of the day

She is whispered on the wind

Spoken highly of by men

The very talk of the town

She is the thought that comes around

She is the hope in all of this

She's at the top of every list

She is the dream you can't escape

Although you don't look for a way

She is the light to a man's path

Showing where it is all at

She's the cause and the effect

Over everything there is

After all is done and said

She is all that there is left

She is the fulfillment to man's need

All the best that's gone to seed

Out of all of this and that

She is woman at her best
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