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Glenn Currier Aug 2018
I am amazed
        but I know not why (knowing me)
how hurt closes me off
sews me up
amputates my heart
from people I’ve loved.

It seems I cannot get by
the rage she vomited on me
what she called me
her shocking condemnations.

Rage cuts deep
wounds heal slow
if at all.

Then I find out how she felt hurt and betrayed
when I changed and detoured
        because someone betrayed me.

But I am glad for those detours
where I discovered other worlds
and became more than I was.

I am amazed
       but I know not why (knowing me)
how hurt can remake
and occasion my transformation,
how the bad can become the good
        If I am patient enough
        and work hard enough
        to find
        or make
        cracks in that wall.
Emily Jul 2018
Once as pure as white,
As peaceful as snow
As bright as the sun,
We were all white roses
Then none...

Years go by our colour stains
Turning pink from all the pain,
Not that old but so much fear
Petals stained...
Once a beautiful white now stained
Broken by the night..

Wars of hearts break us,
Torn between love and hate
Blood runs making us brave
The crimson color stays
A blood red armour
Once as pure as snow
Now as dark as blood
Our fear becomes our power
May all fear...
The roses we will become
Colm May 2018
When a young man grows
And thinks not of of himself
He will find instead
Much thought
Of the framework which he can provide
The direction in which he will strive
And of the quality of those to reside alongside
Thoughts and how they grow and change over time. Becoming.
Lou Vaughn Apr 2018
Every day, I am convinced I couldn't be any more in love with him, but I will be...
Next week, tomorrow, even minutes from now.
I used to feel as if love was contained solely within my heart, but not with him;
With him, I am BECOMING love...
with my entire being.
Dirt Witch Mar 2018
If we take weeks
and wait for someone to tell us
“STOP”
the lights might dim,
and we might shut
our eyes
but…still…
this being we
become together
exists
From December, in arguments and lust without the perspective of winter in past-tense
with what wings
we cried
listen
you
freaks


chaos will cling from me
he approached me
his eyes
of
green


what was this dream
he wouldn't allow me to leave
his hands
we're
all
over me


he jars my juices
lubricating
his
nooses

putting my mind
in
an
choke hold

he loves me
past old


this is our third life
he loves me so much
he killed
his
wife


we buried her
in alpphabit soup cans


we consume her twice
an
week

he says she says



never mind
you wouldn't
believe
me
anyways



well then
just
go from
me
?




















...
..
.
now our
thoughts
...
..
.
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