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May 2014 the lunar phase

lucid (10w)

May 2014 the lunar phase

Tilly

lucid (10w)

drips
blossoming
upon growing
pools

pearls
shine
deeply
hidden
within

Mar 2014 the lunar phase

the cycle

Mar 2014 the lunar phase

Alysia Michelle

the cycle

strange how easily we put away the word strangers
we soon replaced it with acquaintance
we replace things so easily
soon acquaintance was followed with friend
and then you replace friend with family
until those words mean nothing
and all the steps reverse
replace family, with friend
and friend with acquaintance
and then we're back at the start
strangers
and it's still strange to me
because I cared enough to remove the label of strangers: acquaintances
then we ripped off the next layer together :friends
and the next layer took more work but we managed to alter it: family
we built it up so strong
i thought that it would last
that we were made to last
but you walked away
and slowly the layers started disintegrating until the only thing left that I could call you was
stranger

This is about a multitude of people.

Mar 2014 the lunar phase

You Never Called

Mar 2014 the lunar phase

Jay

You Never Called

I never thought I could fall in love with somebody
the way I have with her.
I thought I knew what love was, but I never really did.
If you would have asked me what I thought love was three months ago, I would have said that it was hurting all the time.
That it was something that you burned up in-
Something that you find in the romance of hazy coffee houses and broken cigarettes.
Something that was unobtainable.
Now, she's made me realize, love is acceptance.
Love is making somebody love who they are.
Love is staying up until 5 o' clock in the morning just to talk.
Love is waiting.
Love is awkward.
Love is worrying about somebody, even when you know they'll be alright.
Love is a shared song that you both can cry to.
Love is a comfortable silence.
Love is wanting to be everything for somebody.
Love is a kiss that can't be felt.
Love is shirts on the floor and butterflies in our stomachs.
Love is her.

I'm still on hiatus, but I thought I should try writing again.
Not, a good time to decide that, because it's still not what it was.
Maybe I'll come back again later.

Mar 2014 the lunar phase

I feel forgotten.

Mar 2014 the lunar phase

Dhirana

I feel forgotten.

I feel forgotten.

My eyes skimmed through a dozen forget-me-nots,
and forgot them,
their blueness, their scent,
and how they looked under the night sky,
upon looking into your eyes.

I was a lost sail in the stormy grey seas
and had an unfortunate case of water phobia
I knew I was still,
but the waves rocked me back and forth.
What I would give to hear my name fall from
your lips once more...

But it was forgotten.

Now I know how the dozen forget-me-nots felt
when the candles burned out and
they screamed for a sound.
I never heard.
Now, you've neglected the strangled screams from
my throat, and the crimson words
hanging from my lips.

I am forgotten.©

Mar 2014 the lunar phase

Home is

Mar 2014 the lunar phase

rained-on parade

Home is

I cannot find
my peace of mind,
the weight of which crushes me
and I know not where I am again.

Like being so far away from home,
the smell of clothes
takes me back to the
last time I was in them.

I trace these thoughts
as I trace the curve of your spine-
immaculate ridges like the ride of
the cobblestones on your porch.

I find my solace
in the perfect arches of your shoulders
like the hold of the hearth
that keeps me warm.

I stow my secrets
into the unbreakable weave of your ribs,
safe and sound into the vault
of your tireless heart.

And dreams I dream
to the lullaby
of your ebb and flow
heartbeat.

Trying to like what I write. I grow tired of the shape of my words and the way it flows- far off from where I wanted it to be. I am having a hard time thinking right.

Insanity, madness.
Me.