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 Aug 2014 Roisin Sullivan
Renae
I've always been dead really
A little too easy to forget
A little too hard to remember
Too unnoticeable to notice
Too quiet to complain
 Jul 2014 Roisin Sullivan
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Window
 Jul 2014 Roisin Sullivan
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Who am i
I am drowning
skin deep
Within my cavity.
I can feel me
heart is still beating
These eyes aren't mine.
Or at least
someone else inhabits them.
Every beat
screams
*Suffocate.
I keep blinking,
waiting to see again.
....
Dead.
 Jul 2014 Roisin Sullivan
Sara
the ***** tastes like
an untamed firework
which attacks my throat
but I like it

the ***** feels like
the reason behind
all the poems I wrote
but I need it

the ***** is like
glitter set in my veins
which helps me to float
and I love it

the ***** is you
and until you were gone
I just didn't know
we should not mix
Warning:**
All of hells angels reside behind this very denotation.
Caution of disturbing material.


Her body an empty cavern,
Her face; sunken bambi eyes,
Her bones, dark, deep volcanoes filled,
To the brim, ashes, dust,
Splintered souls, falling prey,
To lost caves, bearing dead bodies,
Where smiles fade, drooping through,
Skulls & crossbones, signifying,
A poisonous addiction to,
Hells aftermath.

© Sia Jane
I am collaborating with a fabulous artist;
www.facebook.com/GiaDarcadiaArt
So check her out!!
She drew something, and I interpreted it through the words here.
When I wrote  Broken China: hellopoetry.com/poem/799334/broken-china/
Gia then followed that with a drawing  of her interpretation of my writing.
Check them both out here; www.facebook.com/Siajanewords

Thanks for all your support guys :)))
 Jul 2014 Roisin Sullivan
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Pit
 Jul 2014 Roisin Sullivan
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Pit
Sunk in my heart. 
My souls depart.
Leaving the worst parts
 of me.
Like autumn leaves,
I am weathered, dead and shaking.
However you are still fooled by my Elastic meat casings.
 Jul 2014 Roisin Sullivan
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My head is floating anoungst the wave in open waters-
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