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 Jun 2020 Julia
Rupert Pip
gore
 Jun 2020 Julia
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 Jun 2020 Julia
Patty P
Confession
 Jun 2020 Julia
Patty P
I’m scared to let Love In.
 Jun 2019 Julia
Edmund black
In Japan there is an art form
called kintsukuroi which means
to repair with gold
When a ceramic *** or bowls
would break the artisan would
put the pieces together again
using gold or silver lacquer
to create something stronger
forevermore beautiful than before
The breaking is never something
to hide
It doesn’t mean that the work of the art
is ruined or without value because
it is different than what anticipated
Kintsukuroi is a way of living that
embraces every flaw and imperfections
Every crack is part of the  history of
the object and it becomes forevermore
beautiful
precisely because it has been
broken
I’ve told this story to tell you this
People are the same way
Being hurt or heart broken
or feeling broken generally
is not who you are
It is something that happens to you
Rise up stand proud and move forward
Stop looking about what the world says
about you and who you are
The value of your worth is more
than you can ever conceive
and when you trust
in your heart you’ll understand
the Power you house within
Cracks and all your true value
can never be lost in translation
Know the value of your worth, you worth more than gold... made to an exact specification!
 May 2019 Julia
Noah Cornell
The shadows from the towering buildings and twisting shapes up above fall
like mazes on the sidewalk that lead to nowhere,
so I choose not to follow them

I don't know down which street I should be going

I sense the woman on the sidewalk across from me -
the street opens up between us in a giant yawn, and I keep her in step -
it's the time of night and the type of dark that can put anyone on edge,
alone, downtown

The woman walks with purpose,
maybe it's just a mask to shake off the loneliness of night,
maybe it's a purpose she's never been able to find in the daylight -
I cross the street and close the gap between us, the gap between us

To her,  I'm just a shape to sidestep to avoid confrontation -
the stench of my breath wraps around her like a blanket on a hot summer night
until she wakes up in a sweat and kicks me off

We reach the next corner, and I turn the other direction -
as the gap between us grows, I hear her breathe again - the air around her more bearable
as she gets used to the stench

It's late, and I know I'll have to catch the last bus to make it home 

I've never had to wait for a bus my entire life,
but I guess you have to start somewhere
 May 2019 Julia
Mathew Kohnen
Rise, greet your new day
A joy to receive knowing
It’s given in love.
 May 2019 Julia
Mathew Kohnen
Text
 May 2019 Julia
Mathew Kohnen
Something important
Put on your emoji mask and
Tell me truthfully

— The End —