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b Jun 2018
i am stuck in a
tangerine dream.
a breath of fresh air
or just air
that seems fresh
to me.

red face
quilled with ice cold
water.

there is only beauty
between the cracks
of contrast.

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i cant call myself
a poet
if i dont tell you
that her lips
look soft.

they could heal me
like a bandaid
and hurt just as much
to peel off.

it doesnt feel like
virginia yet.
maybe only
vermont
or conneticut.

but im ready
to go home
if home feels
like it used to.
Elinor Jun 2018
I will fill a jar with the first bundle of air to fill your lungs
each morning
and call it my own.
Elinor Jun 2018
the silence in my head is stifled
by the deafening tick of the clock.
in the past month of my life,
I've had to grow up too fast.
the trigger of the starting gun was pulled,
and I was shoved onto the racetrack.
it's like trying to keep grip on honey,
running through my fingers,
coating them in sickly gold.

first, I learnt that love and lies
have a more faithful relationship
than we ever did.
they stroll around a paradise island,
away from the world and the truths,
hand in hand.
they drink the untouched juice of coconuts
and feed from the flesh of mangoes.
I hope that one day,
they become separable and learn to thrive on their own.
for now, I observe love and lies
in awe and jealousy
and let them wild.
they have my blessing.

the second thing that I have learnt
is to believe in ghosts.
for, there was a ghost beside me
confined in the four walls of my room.
a crumpled, lifeless body,
her hand limp in mine,
her head too heavy for her shoulders.
she tells me between tears and short, rasped breaths,
that life isn't for her.
I watched her leave my house,
and step into the air, floating away.
she's a balloon,
desperate to join the clouds in the sky,
but I hold the string,
keeping her at arms reach for just a little while longer.

Third, I learnt that friendship is a flower that grows in the dark.
it's beautiful too, and strong,
with a thick sturdy stem holding delicate petals.
the most beautiful flowers have the sharpest thorns
and I've been pricked too many times.
it's watered by the salts of our tears
and feeds from our raw laughter.
within me is a greenhouse of wilted flowers.

lastly, I learnt love is everywhere.
in the air that we breathe,
in the hollow cry of a guitar,
in the incandescence of a flame.
in the juice of coconuts and the flesh of mangoes,
in the eyes of a ghost,
in the roots of a flower.
in the shove to push me onto the racetrack.
love is a constant even when time is fleeting.
the deafening tick of the clock is what reminds us to be alive.
it's been a long month.
Nothing Jun 2018
Air
Self harm is a way of knowing you're alive

Its like breathing, you need it to live, but without it you will die.
I'm a goner.
Sean Achilleos May 2018
Black dog, black dog
Why do you follow me
What do you want
Why do you rob me of experiencing joy
I try to flee ... It's no good
Wherever I go
There you are too
I fled to a foreign country in aid to escape you
But low and behold there you were
Waiting to welcome me at the airport
Black dog, black dog
Aren't you embarrassed
You ought to be ashamed of yourself
I wish I could **** you
I would if I could
But then I'll have to die too
And I refuse to give you any form of satisfaction
I intend to stick around just to spite you
What do I have that you want so badly
You feed off me
You're nothing but a parasite ... Leech
Black dog, black dog
I can't stand the feel of you
You're a brain drain
Keep me chained at home
Yet you grant me creativity
But at a price of course
I love to hate you
And worst of all ... You know this
A paradox of gross contrast
Black dog, black dog
I have a plan up my sleeve
I'm going to buy a brand new pair of pliers
Then, slowly ... One by one
I'm gonna pull those teeth of gleaming white
I will destroy your deadly bite
Written by Sean Achilleos
17 May 2018©
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Jolan Lade Jun 2018
In here I can breathe freely
In my own little atmosphere
Away from the nasty smell of peoples opinions
In my little-confined space where I can enjoy the clean filtrated air
A world far away from the pollution that is exhaled through the people which opinions reach far into my mind in an attempt to control me
I can almost feel a slight touch of happiness
Clean lungs
Jo Barber Jul 2018
I have as many flaws
as there are stars in the sky.
Mine are not nearly as beautiful,
yet I love them just the same.
Anthony Mayfield Jun 2018
Drop the lock
Gate's open
Go
NOW!
run, Run, RUN
Into the white
Into her sight
She's beautiful
Flash
Emerge, O child of mine
Spread your newly christened wings of glory
Flitter and flutter
To hither and yon
She'll adore your colors
She'll sing your song
Flash
Submerge, O tender heart
The deep is cold
But you'll catch your start
Free from those who try to gain
Free from all the surface pain
She waits at the bottom for you to stay
It's silent down here
But that's ok
Flash
She's right in front of you
She's fighting for you
She's waiting
She is singing
She shows you her colors
Her glorious vibrant colors
She is
She is
Go to her
Find her
Save her
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
I do not know if I should smile or cry
It felt good to see you again
But simultaneously, I believe that things
Will never be like they were back then.

Once something fragile is fragmented
It can never completely be repaired
There will be cracks in places
Hurt underneath memories shared.

It is so much harder to trust you now
I don't want to go through the identical agony twice
To be honest, I'm the only one
Making any kind of sacrifice.

I cannot help it, I fell in love with you
I still love the person you became
The air has changed and I worry
What's been broken will never be the same.
Wrutten 1-12-13
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