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Nov 2012 topaz oreilly

Ray

It isn't that I underestimate your love for me
it's that I'm used to a different kind of love
where pain isn't normal
it's wrong
where sleep was more important
than making sure you can breathe
with ease
where scars were embarrassing
not sign of strength
where chasing dreams was unrealistic
not encouraged
where every thing I tried to do
was always the wrong thing to do
that is
until I met you

Nov 2012 topaz oreilly

The River's Whisper

Nov 2012 topaz oreilly

antony glaser

The River's Whisper

It was always from the same breath
you were called both ***** and hen.
The cue from on the hoof words jarring.
They wanted to curtail your pride
to wrestle ambition,
chide even your Soliloquy.

By the soak of the covert
all she wanted to was wash
the dust from her feet,
proceeding to use a pumice
she recognised the endless toil.

Submitting to the widening silence,
her cochlea impressed -
the whisper of what it was to hear a stream,
the disciple's quest - now her inner strength :
wading courage, sharpened focus
the weathered course, she longed to know.
Tally Crane ,Oak and bream
the amble of time proceeded
mindful her shawl swept
towards a larger cycle .

Nov 2012 topaz oreilly

Poet.

Nov 2012 topaz oreilly

brooke

Poet.

he speaks a kind of
currency that could
pull the stars closer
if that kind of thing

were possible

(c) Brooke Otto

Nov 2012 topaz oreilly

Perfection

Nov 2012 topaz oreilly

Lilly Tereza

Perfection

"Be perfect! Be Perfect!"
That’s all that you say.
And I swear that I will be,
I'm closer each day.

"You're perfect, you're perfect"
Words I want to ring true.
I'm not, but I will be,
Though I already am to you.

I make myself perfect,
In my very own way.
Some might call it insane,
But what can I say?

Each fight with my dad?
I go add some more.
Each time we get angry?
A brand new score.

I'm perfectly imperfect.
It says so on my skin.
With my sharp razor blade,
I'm carving it in.

So please don’t worry,
I'm only doing as you wish.
I can deal with the pain,
It’s hardly a pinch.

Perfect, it says,
With my very own pen.
And I smile at the word,
And write it again.

Nov 2012 topaz oreilly

The Moving Heart

Nov 2012 topaz oreilly

Lilly Tereza

The Moving Heart

I walk into the room
And look around.
Though it is empty of belongings,
It is full of memories.
I will never see these familiar walls
Again,
Yet I do not cry.
I am comforted
By the thought that I will
One day feel the same
Of my new house,
Though far away.
I run my hands over the walls,
Feeling the holes
From where
Tacks once held up posters,
Pictures of friends,
And a few flyers from school.
They are all packed away now…
Ready to be taken away
To my next house
And be mixed with flyers
From my next school
And photos of
My new friends.
I have stopped bothering with thoughts
Of if they’ll like me, and
If my teachers will be nice.
It’s trivial and
Pointless.
I wont be there
Forever.