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Nicole Bataclan Oct 2014
I got drunk on life
This time, like every time
The old trick works on me
I am just happy enough
Until I have had one too many

Then everything is buzzing
Fuzzy thoughts and accurate feelings

I carry on
As if my gut still permits it
Before promising, I learned my lesson
From overindulging.

This time, I will be more vigilant
Life tastes delicious;
But I should sip gently
Unless it is yet another hungover
From decisions I could regret long after

Then everything is buzzing
Accurate thoughts and fuzzy feelings

Drink moderately, or else I will be
Easily intoxicated
On this plethora of life experience
This time, I shall only get a little tipsy.
Lyla Oct 2014
They say “write what you know”

I want to write about love and beauty, but I only know ugly.
No heart has ever belong to me,
no hands have ever sparked at a touch.
Ugly lives with creative minds,
given courtesy of dreamy teen rom coms.

I want to write about fun family trips and birthdays'.
Joyous days spent frolicking on the beach,
but I only know secrets, shouting, spite.
Love that should be given as sweet as honey,
yet this family bee sting is laced with bitterness.

I would love to write about the moments of content.
wrapped in the light of the moon with someone,
breathing in synchronisation.
To tremor when I stand around you,
my heart racing to keep up with my shaky infatuation.

So i don’t write about these things.
I write about awkward fumblings,
ungracefulness of my ungainly movements.
dinners with no conversation,
the dullness of an everyday flat life.

I write what i know.
Mikaila Oct 2014
I'd sit with you every night
And gaze silent at the moon
The moon whose fingertips trace your jaw
And your lips and your cheeks
With light, with silver.
I would sit beside you
And hold your hand
And feel your heartbeat change me through the silk of your skin
And try to stay with you
As I always do
As a Universe of love races through my veins
And lifts my bones from the inside out
And breathes me in and up as if the stars
Would consume me
Would own me
Would gather in my chest and all burst at once
Into flame,
I
Would sit completely quiet and still
As I felt the black sky, like an ocean, close above my head
And rock me into dreams of your clear eyes
And saturate my skin with days and years.
You should know that I
Would follow that elusive path the moon tosses on the waves
Satin and diamond given breath
Given life
To lead me home to where you are.
I would kneel before the pale face of the moon
And cup my hands full of soft white light
And sing your name to the wild sea
And listen to it crash its echo back,
Over and over forever.
And it would shape lands. It would swallow the earth,
Searching, asking for you,
Like the waves that never give up their grasping for the shore
Leave glittering drops in offering, in worship,
In a promise that they will always return, pulled by the distant light of a love so powerful
It can tame even the savagery of the sea-
Even the very thundering surf which can twist great ships into splinters with its passion
And pull the strongest souls to the center of the earth
With a simple sigh.
This vast, fierce, brutal titan
Bows to tenderness. To light. To
Love
Of you.
And I would follow you
To the blackest edge of the sea
Where the darkness of depth is so complete that it becomes the spread of the night sky...

And I would sit with you on the hood of your car, looking at the moon
And hold your hand.
Serenity Elliot Sep 2014
There she was, standing on the train
Drops in her hair from the outside rain
She had rough holes in her shoes,
A small tear up her tights,
Beneath her ruffled hair her eyes shone bright.

Reading her book in just a sweater,
Moving her lips with each glorious letter
Not wearing a coat,
Saving up for the right one,
Heading home to laugh and have fun.

The same skirt that has been worn each day this week,
Beneath her blouse sleeves delicate wrists do peak,
A curl behind her ear and
Regular earrings worn without fail,
Behind her she leaves a positive trail.
Elissa Gregoire Jul 2014
I have found beauty in the whimsically ordinary.
Josiah Wilson Jul 2014
I'm just a tiny thread
In this tapestry
A million other threads
All the same as me

I'm just a glowing star
In this galaxy
A million other stars
All the same as me

Then I stumbled into you
A glowing star, a tiny thread
The same as all the rest
But you got stuck inside my head

And when I'm here with you
You make me feel strange
Like I'm somehow different now
I've gone through some change

So maybe we're all the same
In this galaxy
A million tiny stars
But you're the one for me
Joe Wilson Jul 2014
As the years go flying past
you realise just how much
your perspective changes and
when I now look back at how
things were I realise that far
from having had an uneventful life
mine has been one so full and rich
with love and laughter that I wonder
that there was time for it all to fit.

How we laughed as we left the wedding reception
and all those ‘old fogeys’ and drove away
to enjoy our honeymoon together – alone!
and how we loved each other finding fun in
all that we did together, sometimes
just looking at each other – and how
highly amused we were by the ‘jobs-worth’
car-park attendant by our hotel who stuck his hand out
the moment we crossed his threshold and said
“ten *** please”, he did it every time we went
there, often just to hear him say it again, and
how beautiful you looked in that dress that was
covered in the lovely cherry design. I think
everybody else loved you too.

How wonderful the mead tasted as we sat by the
pub fire in a place we’d never before heard of
never letting go of each others hands for a minute
and how the regulars who treated us so nicely
must have thought we were a bit bonkers.

The joys in raising our beloved children and
the intertwining pain of watching them sometimes
get a little hurt along the way, but our always
being there to help them find their own right solutions
has helped weave a rich tapestry through our lives.
The times when you want to take their pain and
make it your own – but can’t, the smile on their faces
and their laughter as they play with friends and
of course the grumpy expressions as they rail against
doing homework and tidying things like bedrooms. But
what pride we felt at their achievements along the way.

And now they too are married, one on a beach
under a lovely blue sky on the other side
of the world, and one in a most beautiful
church in our capital city. We spend such a
lot of time laughing with our grandchildren,
they are so very clever, and so funny – and
they just make us feel so young again.

Illness – illness!! Now there’s an unfortunate
word, one that has been used in our lives rather
more often than we would like. My wife has been ill,
survived and can still love and laugh. I have too,
but I can still love and laugh. Our children are not
unscathed either from this darker part of growing older,
and yet they too still happily love and laugh very much
and with all their hearts. Illness really is just
a small percentage of our time here.

So now when I reflect on my life I realise that
far from being ordinary I have been very lucky
indeed to have taken part in a life that has overflowed
with love and fun and laughter and only the occasional
sadness and it’s then that we help each other through
to the other side of it. It turns out the fact is
there has been nothing ordinary about my life at all.

And I’ll not be bowing out yet – not yet

©Joe Wilson – My life less ordinary 2014
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