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  Aug 2014 Queen Sidus
lX0st
I've grown tired of being there for you
To hold at night
When your mind
Suppresses your faith.
There for you to conquer
When you feel powerless.
There for you to love
When you feel generous.
You've stitched me up
With the thinnest of strings
That threaten to unravel
At the slightest touch
And you're anything but gentle.
Your carelessness keeps you unaware
And your incognizance renders you useless.
I've grown tired of holding you up
While my knees shake and quiver.
And I've grown tired of pouring my heart out
Into your impermeable hands.
And I've grown tired
Of growing tired.
I think I'll rest now.
  Aug 2014 Queen Sidus
Erosion
you said you'd drown in my tears

if it meant being with me

but you see, you were always under water

with one hand drowning in the density of my sobs

and the other over the surface holding her
There will come a time
When the one who planted you
Will be nowhere to be found.
You'll wonder
Why they'd left you
As such a little sprout.
But then you'll start to realize
That maybe it's your time to
Bloom
Without someone to water you.

Maybe it's time to rely on the rain.
Goodbye to one of the first few people who believed in my writing! Wherever you may go next, I hope you will water many others, like you did with me.
  Jul 2014 Queen Sidus
andy fardell
The shiver hurt me
A tingle that grew stronger
Cutting me apart
See my world fall down

So I stare at the sign
The words read
Forcing eyes to bleed
From this hurt
From the wrong

All that pain
For nothing
No rules to bend
All so
My end

It grew
A crescendo like no other
A dying scream
Becomes my silent dream
All gone
Forever
  Jul 2014 Queen Sidus
Jordan Harris
I’ll say goodbye to the stars that dot the night
and likewise to the moon that floods the dark with light.
I’ll breathe goodbye to the sun at its great height
and so to the clouds that range from black to white.

I’ll sob goodbye to the underfoot of soil
and repeat this to the frothing ocean at a boil.
I’ll cry goodbye to the vines that wrap and coil
and such to the flowers, unafraid of toil.

I’ll scream goodbye to the birds at dawn who sing
and furthermore to the tiger, who’s roar will always ring.
I’ll spit goodbye to the insects on the wing
and finally to the men who thought they could play king.
  Jul 2014 Queen Sidus
Dhaye Margaux
Your words are my strength-
Now that I hear from you
Those words of doubt
And fear,
How could I be strong?

I feel so weak again...
Inspire me...
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