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  Nov 2015 ks
Anon C
I've been reading all your stories
though I notice missing chapters
my name has not since crossed your lips
I have reached out, yet not heard your laughter

it would seem though, that you have laughed
and the missing chapters were the holes that needed filling
who'd have known that disappearing
would be the one thing that never left you with feeling

I watched from the shadows as an artist colored your pages
you changed from black and white to colors I have never met
cause you see, my best friend is this little bird called fate
and as I see me fade to grey, I feel nothing

but I still read your stories
I still think about those missing chapters
I forgot my name, no one's said it in a while
but I still listen for your laughter

in the back of my head
*in the back of my head
  Nov 2015 ks
Anon C
you fooled me with your eyes
you snuck into my dreams
ensuring my demise
poisoning my mind

and now I can't look away
from eyes that won't see me
I'm left paralyzed
by a ghost who won't see my eyes

my thoughts are poison veins
your memory is my pain
you've never even seen me
though you haunt my every move

and now I can't look away
from eyes that won't see me
I'm left paralyzed
by a ghost who won't see my eyes

I'm left paralyzed
ensuring my demise
you snuck into my dreams
and fooled me with your eyes
  Nov 2015 ks
Curtis
Imagine,
If you will,
The inner workings,
Of a watch.

All the tiny gears,
Gently colliding,
Slowly sliding,
Like lovers locked in dance.

All different sizes,
Shaped in their own way,
But all equally as important,
To keep constant flow.

Turning and turning,
The little ones go,
Turning the larger,
But the larger turns slow.

Their size and their speed,
Mean nothing to them,
In their own little circle,
They forever go.

They maintain their rhythm,
Their sense of immortal flow,
Then and only then,
Will the bigger things ever go.
So lost in the larger things are people today.
Worried over what is much larger than they.
Just keep moving
Always go about things
In your own unique way
  Nov 2015 ks
Mfena Ortswen
All I am allowed to be is a purse
Looked for to be held underarm
My existence made into a curse
Like grass in your tidy farm

I take your name, your identity
You own me, and I am your property
My words means nothing, like jingling keys
I am like a dog kept to stay on a leash

I wait on you like a servant
Prepare your bath and wash your clothes
When it comes to my needs you are adamant
I do not count, I am a necessity you chose

You purchased me from my parents
Now I owe you my life and existence

Our children are yours
But mine to look after when crawling on all fours
When they do good, you take credit
When they fail, your accusations I merit

I become a shadow moving in your patriarchal world
And you wield the authority as a warrior's sword
You don't protect me with it
But stab my heart continuously until there is left no beat

And in the end
I am nothing but the carrier
Of your seeds that
Populate the earth
This piece touches the experience of women in societies that are patriarchal and a woman's place is disregarded. She's looked down upon and not allowed to have an opinion even in her own home. Unfortunately, this is the plight of the women in the society I grew up in. One would expect that civilization and advancement in the state of mind will curb this, but no. Modern day women are still very much oppressed.
ks Nov 2015
Slits on my skin
With the dagger of love,
You infected my insides,
Where once darkness had been.

You stole my heart,
And took it away,
Polluted it with colour,
Turned it into a work of art.

You crawled inside my mind,
Robbed me of thought,
Filled in it some happiness,
With your beauty so kind.

Your soul diffused into mine,
We became one, Your wings
Wrapped around my wounded body,
The angels' voices chimed.

As easily you made me feel,
Was as easily you destroyed me,
I have nothing left,
But scars that won't heal.

I sit here in silence, caressing
My flower of feeling,
With its petals torn,
Where is the angels' blessing?

I glue my petals back but I'm still broken,
They keep falling apart like a storm struck them
I thought what can't be mended would mend itself,
But oh was I wrong... again.

— The End —