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In this
world of progress
I miss
the personal simpleness
of hand-written letters.
The physical connection
of unfolding and holding
the very paper
another mulled over
and touched.
I miss
the discret indentation
left by a weighted pen
as if to add subconscious emphasis
to inked words in a message
of which
I was worth the efford.
And some held
the sender's scent
by design
or accident.
Honest words
written and meant
from one to me.
An intimate thing,
a relic of time
folded and stored,
hidden away safely
those
cherrished memories.
Sealed
With
A
Loving
Kiss
you resemble sunsets;
pretty
and so quickly gone
but i'll be with you from dusk till dawn
 Mar 2016 Scott Hudson
Luna Craft
My relationship with life was as unhealthy as mine with death
I took them like pills, small doses each time
Never at once, I've always been told not to mix alcohol with antidepressants
Me and life lived like Romeo and Juliet
We only met in secret
Quiet smiles at stupid stuff, subtle and unsound
Death always took me away though
It carved my skin and tied me in red
Little red ribbons
Carved deep into my thighs, the wrist was too predictable
Again i'd try to be taken, my dearest start crossed lover
They'd bubble smiles across my lips
I wonder when they started to feel fake
 Dec 2015 Scott Hudson
Cody Haag
If I was thinner, this world would love me more;
But I eat too much dinner, and I'm a bore.
If I had more courage, I'd have more friends,
But that on my attractiveness depends.

If I was different, I'd appease society;
But this is me.
And honestly I'm at the point where
I'm not looking to please.

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