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 Sep 2015 Tryst
Luna Quinn
blank kisses of no expression,
wicked thrills & lacking translation,
a smoke full of glory and passionate mist,
a half-hearted I love you with a hint of disgust.
 Sep 2015 Tryst
chimaera
[to the thousands of men, women and children fleeing their war-torn countries.]*

Adrift,
this huddle of fear
in the starless night.

Adrift,
this frieze-like
of carved anguish
surging in heavy
striped hearts.

Flimsy shores
draw an old world,
of other lords,
greedy of their pastures.

Plundered, ravaged,
preyed upon,
adrift
- who will see
our human face?
07.09.2015
Title  taken from https://medium.com/@theIRC/what-s-in-my-bag-758d435f6e62
 Sep 2015 Tryst
chimaera
curling up
 Sep 2015 Tryst
chimaera
i tried, oh i tried
to reach out

did you not
notice?
the hummingbirds!


still

this metallic cold
of not belonging

never again
to be kissed
11.09.2015
 Sep 2015 Tryst
chimaera
What is this?

Alms,
out of pity?!
Fake gold, a slap
in a heart's need?!

Take it away!!

I had it all,
once...
A threshold,
a sanctuary,
iridescent,
for a bird
to borrow...

Oh, grand, it was!

What, now, is this?
What?!
Scraps...?!

All right.
I'll take them.
Leave them, please.

But go.

Just go.
12.09.2015
 Sep 2015 Tryst
ryn
Black Star
 Sep 2015 Tryst
ryn
Hidden star against the dark backdrop of night.
Not seen...
Not heard...
Struggling to assert existence with waning light.

Stifled are the stories dying to be told.
Eclipsed are the emotions
within collapses and folds.
Cloaked is the voice
that screams in silent anguish.
Disenchanted is the will
that once spoke of flourish.

I see you black star...
Know that...
You're nearer than far.
Dig deep...              
Past the charred, crumbling skin.
Dig deep...          
Into the beating heart within.

Know that...
You're better than any of them.
Any of us.
Time will only reveal,
what the sky sought to despicably conceal.
Your true calling.
Not as the quiet sentinel
that no one sees...
but a cosmic gem.
.
For those who are constantly being overlooked, misjudged and wronged in any way.

I see you...
.
Inspired by Radiohead's "Black Star".
from the sixth year
can be heard the knell
grows the shadow of fear
signs show up telltale.

dimmer grows eye light
lost is silken gleam
flat grows appetite
time gone is a dream.

elements now hurt more
so the endless fight
the warmth of indoor
lures with invite.

too far is next summer
in this death harsh cold
a memory's small splinter
could not be seven year old.
most of my cats depart before reaching the age of seven.
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Kim
Sometimes, even though I have nothing to say, I just need to write

To write is to give voice to the permanent unrest lurking beneath the surface
And to let it all out brings peace
Momentary, fleeting peace
But for those moments my mind is quiet
My heart stops pounding out the rhythm of its discontent
My gut stops churning out reminders of all the times I ignored it, although I knew better..
And I *breathe
- not just because I have to but because I want to..
Because getting to know yourself, who you are under all those suffocating layers of coulds and shoulds and woulds, is one of the most important and satisfying journeys of all..
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