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Annie Dec 2018
Fairy boy, you catch my eye,
Trough candles and smoke
In a loop of time
We have a nice talk
A fine glass of wine
And coziness in the dark

You’re strange, but fair
I have to confess
Under tilleylamps flicker
I care even less
Wether fairy or not
You are pleasing my eyes

And I recognize
The fume between your lips
Suits your face too well
To resist any kiss
Or any little spell
RPG thingies
When I first saw you,
You took my breath away
You showered me with affection
And kind words
Things I was never used to

You held me
You kissed me
You made me feel fearless
Like the whole world was my oyster
You made me feel loved

You told me you loved me
Over and over
A kiss for each time you did
And you held my hand all the way through

Now when I see you,
The anxiety you give me takes my breath away
You shower me with death glares
And venomous words
Things that I was never used to with you

You stare in anger
You stare in hatred
You make me feel worthless
Like the whole world is closing in
You make me feel betrayed

You give me excuses
Over and over
A hiss each time you do
And you scream all the way through
Terry Collett Sep 2018
The nun, plump, robed in a black
and white habit, walked across
the front of the class of girls.

Fay sat half way down on the left
next to the girl Millicent Sullivan
(whose aunt was a nun in Ireland).

"Immaculate Conception," the nun
said," what does it mean and to
whom does it refer?" The girls

stared at the nun whose two chins
wobbled as she spoke. Millicent
didn't raise her hand even though

she knew the answers, but put on
her innocent gaze. "Some of you
girls must know the answers,"

the nun said moodily. Fay raised
her hand and heads turned to look
at her. "Well, Fay?" She felt herself

blush and lowered her hand from
view. "It means one conceived
without blemish or sin," she said

in a soft voice. The nun stood up
to her full five foot frame. "And
what does conceived mean in this

context?" A few girls sniggered,
others gazed at Fay. The classroom
seemed to shrink to a white glow

containing just her and the nun.
"Not sure, Sister Luke," she said.
The nun gazed around the room.

"I am sure one of you girls know
the answer to this," Sister Luke said.
The girls just stared at the nun.

Millicent raised her hand and said:
"It means when the man's stuff
meets the woman's egg." Some

girls blushed, others looked puzzled.
"You have the idea. Now to whom
was it applied?" Sister Luke asked

staring at other girls. "The ****** Mary?"
A thin girl at the back of class replied doubtfully. Fay knew it was, but said

nothing more. The nun went on to
elaborate details. Fay was puzzled
by the man's stuff and egg. She

wondered if Benny knew. She would
ask him after school when she met
him on the way home. He knew

about things like battles and wars
and once kept a goldfish in a glass
bowl until he lost it down the sink.

He might know, she mused, she
didn't know otherwise what to think.
The phases of matter all turn into one
When her lips touch mine
It burns like a thousand supernovas
And freezes like the vaccuum of space

The stars spill bright light through the invisble river
That holds no air in the darkness

The cheek of her face brushing mine
Fills me with the feeling
Of my heart when I see crescent moons

I can't wait to float away
Into the bright swirling stars
In the distance
With nobody but you

And maybe when we do that
We'll feel the stars pull us back
Like on starships
Maybe she sees
Gentle rays of the sun
Glimmer from my face
Just like how I see her:
The light in the darkness
Of life's obscure fog

I wonder if she feels
The warm summer breeze
That would slowly blow
Upon her soft cheeks
Whenever I speak
The same breeze I feel
When she tells me
Nothings and somethings

I hope she feels
The slight glow
Of white moonlight
When my arms wrap around her
The very same glow
Whenever her arms
Lock themselves behind me
Sending me a message
To never let her go

I wish she forgets seeing
The heavy rains
That flood the roads on my face
Whenever I asked
If I were enough for her
Or if I were too much to handle

I wish she understands
The cyclones in my head
That clap thunder and flash lightning
Whenever the anger in me
Boils the chaotic saltwater
And creates tsunamis
In the vast ocean of my mind

I wish she forgives me
For the hailstorms in my words
That fall to the ground
And break like glass shards
That shatter windows and roofs
And car windshields and windows

I am a force of nature
MARK RIORDAN Feb 2017
WARREN BEATTY AND FAY DUNAWAY
GET THE WINNERS ENVELOPE
THE WRONG PICTURE WAS AWARDED
CAN THE OSCARS COPE


LALA LAND WAS THE WINNER
BUT IT WASN'T REALLY AT ALL
THE ORGANISERS GOT IT WRONG
THEY REALLY DROPPED THE BALL


IN 89 YEARS OF ACADEMY AWARDS
THIS IS THE GREATEST MISTAKE
IT WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY
AND GIVE THE OSCARS A SHAKE
WOW THE WRONG ENVELOPE AND WRONG MOVIE IN 89 YEARS AND THOUSANDS OF ENVELOPES CAN WE FORGIVE ONE BEING WRONG.
Am I enough?

It's just that I never feel
Like I'm enough
It's like there's so much more
That I can do
But can't
Because of
My empty pockets
Or my bursts of depression
Or my rage toward the past
Or whatever else

I'm sorry if I can't give you the world in itself
At this very moment,
But I'm giving you bits and pieces
So that one day you'll be able to take them
And put them together to see it

I'm trying
I'm trying
I really am trying
Believe me

I want to give you the universe
From the grains of sand
Which you hate so much
To the stars in the sky
That I have never seen
Just you wait, my love
The way she smiled
At the sight of
Pretty glass bottles
And things like honey
Always amused me

She sees so much good in this world
And she is slowly teaching me how to
To be honest,
I was always quite scared
At the thought of meeting you.
Blood used to rush through my body
Whenever I thought of breathing the same air
In the same room as you.

I'm glad you pushed me to come
Because you gave the bitter, black coffee
A few tablespoons of sugar.
I'm waiting for my tea to arrive in this hotel lobby.
The slow piano music playing in the background
Is more familiar than it should be.

I should be calm, but all of the couples around me
Are exchanging sweet nothings and sweeter kisses
And it makes me jealous
Because I wish you were here
So we could do the same.

Tea is here, love.
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