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 Feb 2017 Torin
The Ripper
I remember her most
as a vvaitress
kinda like Flo on Mel's diner
she became a millionaire
once upon a time
but she died 6 years ago
her body just happens to be here
  still
Lost in a thought
fleeting yet thick
like a forest
in time
the vvoods will thin && fall
releasing her spirit
forever
 Jan 2017 Torin
David Noonan
Women
Race
Climate
*****
Rapists
Fallacy
Bleeding
Disability
Wall
Islamaphobia

10 words
Here's 10 more

A ****** up Friday
What a ****
president donald trump
 Jan 2017 Torin
Gidgette
I got carried away
By the last, orange, Autumn leaf
Away, with November
In a snow laden breeze
We both clung desperately
Me, to my roots, the leaf to its tree
But fate, had its plans
What will be, will be
 Jan 2017 Torin
Aeerdna
Alice
 Jan 2017 Torin
Aeerdna
I love the way the Earth sings your name
It's like the skies are slowly falling
On piano tiles
That even the deaf can hear.
So pure, so slowly killing and reviving souls
At the same time.

I love the way you play with the wind
Like a child who learns how to play guitar
Sometimes foolishly breaking the strings
Sometimes creating music
That cuts deeply into my soul.

I love the way snow settles on your eyelashes
And how your eyes turn into a Wonderland
Where I don't shrink nor I grow
I just turn into someone
Who perfectly fits
In your world.
 Jan 2017 Torin
NiTSUDD
There were times when I ruled the dreams
No difference between the future of reality
and the world in my womb garden
Green grass
Clear skies
Warm breeze
Those days would surely last forever

Now a sense of senial reality prevents ******* of those lucid thoughts
I dream for those dreams to return.
 Jan 2017 Torin
NiTSUDD
They call me The Astronaut, cause she was my World you see?
Until she needed Space, and decided she'd leave me.
Now I am just drifting, alone in the Galaxy.
The Stars I'm passing by, they don't look like Stars to me.
Inspired by a writing by HP's Torin Galleshaw
 Jan 2017 Torin
Slur pee
My spine is shifted by the wavering hands of the wind,
Guiding me like a serpent, slithering through shredded skin.
What shall I find beyond me, this veil of illusion-
A light rain of hope or darkness, unmoving?

-SLuR
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