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Cold as the morning
cold as my blue heart
we don't have
to hold something
to feel its absence
to know its significance
we are drawn for reasons
beyond our limited sense
of time and space.

Each moment is
a turning point
we get to choose
whether to anchor in
isolation's safe harbor
or tell stagnant fear
to *******
we'd rather live
exposed and free

fill every cell
until brimming over
with all the love
that is destined
to flow our way
even the kind
that defies description
will forever be
the singularity.

We are alive
the ink is still drying
on this page
there are choruses
yet to be sung
love is
open
come in
out of the cold.
 Nov 2015 Ninja bunnie
Viv Clark
What shall I call you?
Should I call you my friend? Despite my heavy weight you still catch me every time.
Should I call you my enemy? I do hate you. I hate that I can never hate you.
Should I call you my sibling? Sounds incestuous.
Should I call you my lover? I don't wish to only have you in between my bed sheets at three in the morning.
Should I call you my partner? Let's hold hands and use the buddy-buddy system forever.
Should I call you mine? Yet all I want to be is yours.
Should I call you by your own name? It's the sweetest thing that has ever left my lips.
 Nov 2015 Ninja bunnie
muteD
How can anyone live with this pain?
I feel like I've lost everything
And gained,
Nothing
In return.

A theif in the night
Came and took all of it from me.
Leaving me with this
Deep pain in my chest.
Its only been there for a minute
But I can tell
It doesn't plan on leaving.

How can I live with this?!!

I feel like someone's
Ripped my heart out, and
Stabbed me in my chest.
17 times.
And afterwards they told me
"Happy Birthday."

They took everything I ever had.
They pushed me down the stairs,
And kicked me when I was down.
They didn't care about the mess
They left behind
Just as long as it
Resembled a tornado hit.

They knew what I wanted,
Yet they tore my dreams into tiny pieces.
They took my ability to bounce back.
And threw it into the deep sea.
How can I put my life back together,
Start over again,
When I don't even know if I want to breathe?
Wrote this on Saturday.
My eyes burn
Like smoldering ashes have been thrown on my chest
I now know it's time for me to rest
But thoughts mock me when I try to sleep
They bear down hard
Like a car moving downhill
There's a turtle in its way
Then I awake
And I realize that I mistake
What I thought was reality
Was just a dream
But it frightens me because I don't know what it means
And as I think
It stops me from going to sleep
But I still remain sleepy
Hot like matches,
bright with heat

Fiery candles
lining the street

Warm to the touch,
full of hot air

You and I were
not meant to repair

Where we ended
is all we could be

Like a match,
you and me

We were temporary.
And don't you dare think we were anything more.
Art
Forget what they tell you
About being a masterpiece
You are not art

You are not stagnate beauty,
Nor were you created for the pleasure of others

You were not meant to be marveled at
by the simple minded
Or ridiculed for your every flaw

You are not art

You are wind
Sending chills through the bones
of those in your presence

You are fire
Spitting embers with a coal-coated tongue

You are water
A bubbling stream of euphoric laughter

No, you are not art
You are so much more
 Nov 2015 Ninja bunnie
Josephine
Every other issue
A love that consumed me

This is goodbye
Petrified

Weak and tired
I've spent more than a few weeks feeling weak and tired

I am ill
In more ways then one
I feel pain
Sometimes none

My vices are killing me
My body can't handle them like it used to

I am growing older
I am drifting away
"Reporting live from your bathroom floor"
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