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May 2013 R

Haunted

May 2013 R

Ellie Taylor

Haunted

I am happy.

Finally, happy.

But sometimes, when the wind blows in just right and you can smell that hint of clean before the storm,
Or on quiet nights alone when the house is still and I lie curled under my cool sheets waiting for sleep,

The memory of what you were to me creeps inside and grips my heart.

When I’m blanketed in silence and the slight pressure in my ears is enough,
Or when the telling of another’s grief leaves me feeling heavy, knotted and small,
and then I realize it’s because I know.
I know that we have matching pieces of dark in us, them and me, and they recognize each other.

I am happy.

But to live is longing both to never forget, and never remember. Because forgetting means that piece of your soul and that fragment of your life were never really important, and remembering is proving that it was important enough to break you.

Finally happy.

But sometimes, when my heart beats and I can hear the sound of my own breath, I’m haunted by everything we were, and will never be.

And I remind myself again to forget.

May 2013 R

Post-Heartbreak

May 2013 R

Anna King

Post-Heartbreak

The worst kind of feeling
Is when you see someone that you used to miss,
But you've used up all of the missing you have left for them
Anymore.
And all that remains is just a sad, hopeless kind of
Emptiness.
A pang of what could have been and should have been.
But isn't.
You've given up but you can't fully let go.

I don't miss you any more.
I hate what you did to me
But I hate what you still do to me even more.
And if you tried to love me again I would resist,
For a little while.
But for now when I see you my heart does not flutter with nervousness,
It just drops.
There's a hole in my heart thats always been filled
With some kind of emotion for you.
But it's just empty now.
And more than anything I just
Wish things were different.

May 2013 R

i'm not one for adventures anymore (10w x 2)

May 2013 R

marina

i'm not one for adventures anymore (10w x 2)

they told me happiness would
come, if only i'd look

(but i am tired of searching
only to find nothing)

diddleedee
today is my birthday. i feel old and at the same time no different at all- strange how that is, isn't it?

Apr 2013 R

Only the Stars Will Know

Apr 2013 R

J

Only the Stars Will Know

I guess this is me
Open, inviting
Face up, arms spread
To the heavens
The stars
Only you, solid hunks of fire and ice
Can pound out and alleviate my sins
And lord, have I sinned
Gave everything away for nothing in return
A promise made to one who didn't deserve it
A decision made that could never be undone
Why by the cow when you can have the milk for free?
Silly metaphors, silly questions
For a pain so real and raw
A surgery started but not completed
A body left open, skin peeled away
Vulnerable
I can't help taking it all
All your good, your bad
Your moans, your cries, your sighs
Do with me what you will
I care too much to fight
I am too soft
Too sensitive, too open
I'll be broken before I know it
...
I fear I already am

Apr 2013 R

A morning in Bloomsbury

Apr 2013 R

John Edward Smallshaw

A morning in Bloomsbury

What did I miss
while I was busy kissing shadows moving slowly on the bedroom wall?
So busy I could not hear her call.
I hesitate to say,
she did not wait.
But
she,
did not wait

Now it's too late
Oh what a state I'm in.
Age is what I write upon the page that should be filled
with daffodils and words
of love.

But it seems the wild flowers cracked
and massed, attacked me
Now I'm backed against the bedroom wall
I can no longer hear her call
I've lost it all.
Too busy kissing shadows.

Apr 2013 R

Your Face

Apr 2013 R

SexySloth

Your Face

It is hard to look into your face
When thoughts of...
I am a good person. Right now,
I cannot hate.
But looking into those eyes,
I just get reminded of
Fires that burned bright
With friendship, now has become
A flame of loathing,
Which I do not harbour,
but which you do keep in your heart,
against me.
I am starting to wish I had stabbed you
but with a weak heart of mine,
I probably would have saved you
From a shot gun, and kissed your wound.
I do not know how to fully hate,
this is my nature, I am peaceful,
but I do not want to start this
Destructive cycle of pain.
Let me live longer, enough to care for all and love,
Enough to keep being strong,
so that if you ever make me hate you,
I still wouldn't and I would still
Have loving kindness
For all despite my deepest wound.

Written from personal experience :) I don't like hating people, it's so tiring. I prefer peace. And I'm also a Buddhist so I learn to have loving-kindness for all beings.

Apr 2013 R

Don't Fly Away Yet (10w)

Apr 2013 R

SexySloth

Don't Fly Away Yet (10w)

Is it so hard,
To just let go of you?

Apr 2013 R

Why?

Apr 2013 R

Tessa F

Why?

Why we are here.
Why our imagination runs wild.
Why we search.
Why we fall.
Why the moon appears every night.
Why the tides come in.
Why the stars shine.
Why there is a burst of colour at sunset and sunrise.

Things that I didn't understand and could never fathom until I met you.

When the sun sets, the colors are bidding the Earth a goodnight.
When the sun rises, the sky breaks in delight to stream over the horizon and touch all parts of the world.
The stars shine to help lost lovers find their home.
First star to the right and then straight on until morning.
The tides come in to kiss the shoreline, who's beauty the ocean can never resist.
The moon always appears in the sky to give its long distance lover the sun a rest, and become a beacon of hope for all inspired insomniacs.
We fall so that we may be caught, either in the soft caring arms of our sweetheart, or by the forgiving and sturdy ground.
We search not to reach a destination or answer, but to stumble across the perfect partner to share the journey with.
Perhaps our imaginations aren't running wild at all.
I am starting to think that they are the prophets for all things possible, but too wonderful to demand.
We are here for a reason, whether we know it yet or not.

I am here to make the world make sense with you,
Star-crossed lovers until the ends of our days.