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 Sep 2015 Terra
Michael Shmichael
Sleep. It seems like I've missed it this time around.
Shame. Cheating on your dreams with reality.
I'm tired and at work.
 Sep 2015 Terra
SG Holter
Words find their way.
Hearts speak through fingers.
Reading eyes are mirrored in
Ink systematically spilled in
The shape of sounds
And minds.

A pen resting on the table is a
Flatline.
A blank piece of paper merely
Dead, compressed wood.
Don't deny us your genius.
There is no try in poetry.
 Sep 2015 Terra
mk
lonely people
 Sep 2015 Terra
mk
in your head, you can still hear her screaming
in mine, i still hear the sound of his feet leaving
you can still picture the rage in her eyes
i can still remember the way his lips curved when he lied
late at night, you can still feel her touch
midday, i recall conversations where he said too much
you hear her in the way you talk
i see him in the way i walk

we’re just two broken people
with our history defining us
coming together, trying to regain
our ability to love and to trust

or maybe this is just a way
to numb the pain
maybe, just maybe
nothing’s changed
maybe, just maybe
it’s always going to be the same
we’ll fall to our graves
without ever learning the definition of sane
maybe, just maybe
this is all a game
*oh, this is all just a game
but if you walk away tonight, we'll be two more lonely people in the world tonight. just two more lonely people who gave up the fight.
 Sep 2015 Terra
Just Melz
I Would
 Sep 2015 Terra
Just Melz
I would happily suffer
   because of how much I love you
I will put myself through misery
    just so you feel no pain
I would walk on flames
     and put them out
         so you can walk through
I will drive myself insane
     so you can have no part of the blame
I just wanna believe
        that you love me
               that much too
 Sep 2015 Terra
SG Holter
Ultrasound
 Sep 2015 Terra
SG Holter
These are days of change.
Eggshell cracks,
Sun rising differently.

Sometimes I put my ear to
The ground and listen.
Heartbeat choirs of

Our unborn children.
Seeds of poets.
Write love; not war.
 Sep 2015 Terra
SG Holter
I cannot do this
With you.
I have nothing to run from.

You dream of escape.
A way out.
New, honeyscented beginning.

I like it here.
The bees all know
My name.
 Sep 2015 Terra
Cade
Vasara
 Sep 2015 Terra
Cade
soft dew-touched lips brush,
against hardened lovely lies,
like late summertime
---
outside it is dark,
with great mischief in the wind,
I wander alone,
---
a soft summer breeze,
plays lightly against warm skin,
whispering of love,
 Sep 2015 Terra
Sara Teasdale
Now while my lips are living
   Their words must stay unsaid,
And will my soul remember
   To speak when I am dead?

Yet if my soul remembered
   You would not heed it, dear,
For now you must not listen,
   And then you could not hear.
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