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 May 2014 Theia Gwen
AE Wilson
Home
 May 2014 Theia Gwen
AE Wilson
For over seventeen years
of moving houses,
(streets, cities, and states)
I had no real understanding
of the word ‘home’.

I knew the definition
but only out of context.
Its connotation was as foreign
to me as that of being in love.

Then I met you,
and I felt your arms
wrapped around me
and your skin warming mine.

Instead of painted walls
and wooden floors,
my first home had shrouded eyes
and worn hands.
In place of hanging portraits,
he had fading memories.

I understand now.
 May 2014 Theia Gwen
Nickols
Have
you lost
the
seam of
your
heart
     my love...?

A
      simple ♥   
            thin  ♥        
                    stri­ng... ♥                     
                           ♥   blowing.
on...  ♥      
               ♥     the        
winds...                
♥          

         ♥
                   ♥ 
                          ♥
             ­I              ♥
         Swore        ♥
           I            ♥
        Saw    ♥
      it   ♥   
             Fluttering            
     ♥       
♥ away
           ♥    on                 
   ♥       the          
                              ♥      winds         ­                           
♥                      
     ♥                      
        ♥                    
   ♥         
♥  

       ♥
                     ♥  in...
                      ♥   
                     ♥ 
       ­     one.
        ♥    
♥  
single.                   
♥                
  ♥            
     ♥    
                        ♥   bound...
             ♥
    Lost ♥
       to  ♥
    a  ♥

♥ world
♥ of

unbearable

♥        
♥ struggle
   ♥              
♥          
   My ♥ Darling
♥ have
       ♥   you        
    ♥     been      
♥  tugging
♥  on
        your  ♥              
fraying♥
heart ♥ stings
     ♥ again?
  ♥        
    ♥
               ♥ 
                      ­♥
                      ♥
             ♥
            ♥       
    ♥          
            ♥                  

© Pandarra
 May 2014 Theia Gwen
Wolf Irwin
Wake up my brother,
You're not what you think,
Wake up my sister,
And your problems will shrink,
Simply keep talking,
Someone is listening,
Simply keep loving,
The sun is glistening,
Speak your truth,
With no regrets,
All you can do,
Is do your best,
Hold on tough,
But remain kind,
Search inside,
And Peace you'll find,
It's never the end,
Unless you say,
Wake up my friend,
This is a beautiful day.
Love is buoyant
It keeps afloat
Even in turbulence
The hearts don’t sink
We may cry oceans
But remember
Love is buoyant
Novice swimmers
Also keep afloat
Tragedy may strike
Upheavals of waves
May pull us down
Yet, we survive
Love is buoyant*




© Amitav (Radiance)
 May 2014 Theia Gwen
Lunar
two fragile hearts made up of glass
everyone could see right through them both
only they themselves couldn't see the reality

both fell for each other
and whatever falls
will end up breaking

now those two once-glass hearts
shattered into a million emotional pieces

now those two once-glass hearts
will never find their missing parts

now those two once-glass hearts
have turned into nothing
but back into crushed sand
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