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 Mar 2018 PM
Eric the Red
I run into the
Terminal
Hoping it’s not too late
You’re nowhere
To be found

Searching
Looking into crowds
Your flight has left
It’s too late
All the things
‘I wanted to tell you...’

‘I’m right here...’

And there you are
Behind me
And I hold onto you
Like I’m pulling you
From a sinking ship
And kiss you
And kiss you
Like I’m saying goodbye
&
All around us
People are putting their phones
Down to watch us
&
Clap afterwards

It’s a beautiful dream
Some nights I can’t wait
To go to sleep
Because I know I’m
Going to be with you
 Mar 2018 PM
CA Smith
Different
 Mar 2018 PM
CA Smith
I'm a bit different,
that's what they always say.
I go about everything I do,
in my own sort of way.

I'm a bit unique.
Where others are straight I'm oblique.
When some choose red I choose blue.
That doesn't make me less of a person than you!

If who you are,
doesn't line up with even a single star,
then shine brighter then others do,
knowing that there's nobody else like you.

Walking about,
there's no need to pout.
Just smile and wave,
don't force yourself to be how they expect you to behave.

You are you,
and that's more than enough.
There's no need for changes,
that makes for too much fluff.

So if you're different,
just like me,
then think of it as a gift,
of which nobody else could receive,
and make your own special mark in history.
the wisdom of crowds
suggests he who shouts loudest
and asks no questions
speaks for all
 Mar 2018 PM
Marty
A friend
 Mar 2018 PM
Marty
Oh, but the pain we suffer
Alone in the dark, at night
Ruminating lifes agonizing flaws

Piles of letters on the floor
Apologies and final farewells
Meaningless attempts to explain

A hammer pressed tightly
Placing an end in its sight
Groping the thighs of death

Fingers typing ferociously
Attempting to explain the pain
To those that deserve it not

Scattering pointless words
For the world to see and mock
Tear filled heart dumps the final breath

An ocean away, and a draped face
Covered by the endless miles
Stretches out her love

Tonight a friend has added the minutes
Abolishing the hooded beast
Saturatiing the darkness with hope
Hugging away the darkness

Oh the light that the precious soul
Touching the darkest corners
Emitted light with radiance

The sparkle in the heart
Ignites a glorious fire
Burning bright for all to see

Oh but only if
The arms could
Stretch a few more miles

Thank you my friend
For saving me from the end
It is my love I send
Even when you feel as if there is no hope, god will send someone to touch you soul and give an ounce of hope. Thank you so much my friend.
 Mar 2018 PM
Mister Granger
I know why the caged bird sings.

It's not because his song
is as vibrant
as his feathers, that he plucks away
each day because he doesn't
feel beautiful.

It's not because of the majesty
that exist in the freedom
of being able to spread his wings
though he knows
he'll never rise to the occasion.

He sings because he believes
that this cage
was made for a king
because he has never tasted
freedom with a side order of skies.

He's never flown past the sun
on a cool morning
or hung with the moon
on a warm night.

He's only ever known
the comfort of a prison
that his thoughts have
become accustomed
to calling home.

He would never venture
beyond the "welcome" mat
because what's beyond the threshold
holds no promise
the way these bars and metal locks do.

He sings because he knows
that no one is listening
so if he makes a mistake
he doesn't have to live with the regret
or embarrassment of knowing that he missed his note.

The caged bird
never believes that he's caged
because behind these walls
he's safe
and he prefers it this way.

I know why the caged bird sings.
A twist on a title by one of my favorite authors...
 Mar 2018 PM
Shannon
I need you
 Mar 2018 PM
Shannon
there are days where I sit and stare at myself in the mirror
picking apart every little flaw, every extra roll and
every bit that's not the right shape or colour
and I think, almost religiously,
that I am not good enough for you.

Becuase the truth is that I'm not.

You deserve sunshine and flowers on a summers day,
not a work in progress as dull as a winters night.

I say this to you and you pull your lips together with a sad smile,
look down at me
say
"But what if I prefer winter"

My boy that is not the point.
All I do is make you worry and I wanna be your sunshine but I just don't
think
i
can
be
that

yet

I'm a work in progress.
Incomplete
I was shattered just before we met and putting the pieces together
is
killing
me

And the things we don't talk about
things we shelve for a conversation in the
future.

involves things that only
"I love you"
might be able to fix.

through everything
recovery is hard
and each and every day is a choice
I need to make
to be better
and
I'm not always strong enough to make that choice.

I just want you to understand
my boy
my lovely amazing
perfect
boy

that sometimes I don't eat
and sometimes I want to die more than not
that anxiety is a being that rocks me
and sometimes I need the rush of pain
from scrubbing hard at my skin
or dragging a blade across it

it's not about you.
it's not something your presence is going to necessarily fix












But i want to try for you.
Maybe i can't be your sunshine
but maybe
i can be your cup of tea
your jumper
your girl
wrapped up in your bed sheets
on a cold winters night

you once said you had no problem
helping me pick up my messes
and if you stand by that

ill be your girl.
In whatever season you want me.
 Mar 2018 PM
Jey Blu
Untitled
 Mar 2018 PM
Jey Blu
is there a place
is there a mindset

where i can sleep for ten thousand years
where i can run from all these demons

when i can close my eyes
when i can forget how good it is to hurt

is there a place
is there a mindset

where i can smile without pain behind my eyes
where i can stop picking at my nails to keep me from screaming

when i can breathe
when i can clear my mind and the tears from my eyes

is there a place
is there a mindset

where i see the good in people
where darkness doesn't leak into every crack in the light

when i can stand up straight and proud
when i don't have to hide every flaw

is there a place
is there a mindset

where i can be free

         .  .  .  .  
        
it's called home
 Mar 2018 PM
Tinker
waking DREAM
 Mar 2018 PM
Tinker
They are naked
And they don’t realise that they are being
Milked
By the p u l s a t i n g fur-tunnels

THIS IS CAPITALISM.
 Mar 2018 PM
Liz And Lilacs
Shy
 Mar 2018 PM
Liz And Lilacs
Shy
I used to wear galaxies
on my feet, in my shoes.
So I had something to look at
When I stared at my feet
Instead of looking into
The stars in their eyes
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