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It only takes 8 minutes for light to travel from sun to moon,
and just a second more to reach your eyes,
but I swear in that moment I  d i e  sl o w  l    y
like a distant star ebbing, I still reflect your light
though we both know that I died years ago

That never once stopped you from trying to mend me whole, but in the end
sometimes the cracks are too big to fill,
and some hearts develop leaks, always taking more
than they're able to give, forming little black holes
that consume your light and
leave you feeling empty inside

So please, cradle me now
in arms that once held me as lover
and etch these words into the stone, that
now plays the part of heart

I loved you then, I love you now, I'll love you forever.
Written by Billy J. Dixon
August 2,  2014
 Jul 2014 Prodigal Son
SG Holter
Funny how self-
Sacrifice is such an
Alien concept to
Some.

I'd rather break your
Heart and both your
Legs, than one of
My nails.


Suppose we're all
Raised one
Way, or
Not. At all.
Fall in love with baking
But understand these rules...
You will be burnt but it will be worth it
And
You will burn the occasional sponge that wasn't.
The humble effort that won't rise
CAN
be devoured with as much gusto
as any puffed up pastry,
And
Too much of the same cake
(how ever good it tastes)
Makes you lazy, boring and fat
If only life were as simple as cake
 Jul 2014 Prodigal Son
betterdays
Moirai
sits
with
the
cat's
cradle
of your
life
in
her
supple
hands
and
never
still
fingers

she
thread­s
kismet
karma
fortune
and
potluck
into
wonderous
configurations
­
and in
order
to
keep
the
threads
pliable
yielding
and
graceful
she
dips
them
in
puddles
a­nd
oceans
of...

lust
laughter
love
joy
hope
and
sorrow
fear
ange­r
and
everyday
madness

all
of
life's
fibres
and
oils
scents
and
­tastes
mingled
together

deftly
worked
and
reworked
as she
deems
fit

and
in
this
thread
a
knot
that
joins
birth
and
death

Moirai
sits
forever
patient
and
twiddling
until
knot
is
l­et
unravel
and
you
are
left
to
hang
dangling
at the
end
of
fate's
frayed
and
ever
fraying
thread.
from a three word prompt
death,love,fate
thank you. n.h.
 Jul 2014 Prodigal Son
Ryan Jakes
What if I told you that I loved you? What if I told you that you bring morning to life, that you are the sole character of every dream, positions varying, unlike your silent gaze.

What if I told you that your smile lights my sky better than any star could, what then?
That I have cried at your words a thousand times, as syllables needle sharp fight their war to hold you together, while I can only watch as he knowingly rips you apart.

These words are mine, thrown by my jealous tongue at your fools institution. Words of love to the jaded (though you'd say wise). Everyday you fade as I watch the horizon, hoping for your smile.
What if?
I sink
Sank in July
And scrape with my hate
I scraped why
Deep into my sides
Like knives
Falling from the sky
I want them all
To land in my eye
And stab
What's left of my mind
July 5th
You're my sickness
If I had more fists
I'd punch out my own ribs
Blood the color
Of my lipstick
& beg like a liar
With no power
I fly lower
Than ever
& ever
& ever
& ever
& I'll never remember
Why
But I'll always remember
July
Regret
You get me no where
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