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 Sep 2018 NA
Grey Pryor
Maxine (10W)
 Sep 2018 NA
Grey Pryor
You
swept
me
off
my
feet
and
helped
me
walk.
 Sep 2018 NA
Elizabeth
Yellow paint
 Sep 2018 NA
Elizabeth
The taste of the yellow paint sits on my tongue. Sizzling in all its glory the paint, so silent, so still, is washed away. Washed away like side walk art on a stormy November night. What we had was lost somewhere between that night and the day we made art together. We plastered our love on a canvas with paint, red paint. The hearts we drew were full, full of questions, full
of hope, and full of love, for our once lost souls had been found. Found by each other so lonely and so sad we painted and made art. We expressed how we felt on paper so thin. I sit in my room on this cold evening writing of our love story and what it used to be. Deep down I wish we were still we.
September 8, 2018
A broken heart is
A heart
That hasn’t forgiven
Yet.

Your forgiving heart is
A heart
That hasn’t recovered
Yet.

Your recovering heart is
A heart
That hasn’t loved enough
Yet.

Your loving heart is
A heart
That can’t be broken again
Yet.

A broken heart is
A heart
That doesn’t really exist.
Yet.
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 Sep 2018 NA
Sergio Dark Wolfe
First the man takes a drink, then the drink takes a drink, finally the drink takes the man.

Dark wings hover, claws extended
Bat wings
Black lips, and dripping fangs
Clear elixir fluid
Drops
One,
Two,
Three...
On the edge of nightmare

Temperance shattered...
Moderation slit by a fine blade
The veil of normality shredded
Replaced by illusion
Civility cannot withstand
The feral urges that storm the barricades
Tin soldiers in array
Swords rattle and gleam
The sabers obsession is to draw your blood
Their  aim is to seek your quick

The beast within
Bleeds a vile and putrid green
Noxious, nauseating
Slimy...smelly
Gangrene
It comes out to howl
Prowl
Stalking prey
You are hunted
Your heart and soul are at stake
Knowing not how slender the thread
The silken cord
With which you cling
To this ephemeral life

Hope fades
Dreams ebb
The tide washes in
You are the sand
Slowly washed away
In a swirl
Eroded from the shore
The sun never shines
in downtown
Theres no merry go round
Nor the sweetest sound
in downtown .
There's no pleasant air
And nobody cares
lifes so unfair
  in downtown.
Such an unwelcoming sight
When your out  at night
Walking the streets brings no delight
Your caught in a trap and can't take to flight
in downtown.
There are no bars or  sound of cars
All you have are many scars
  in downtown .
Now this is the news
That can help you through
There is a way out of downtown
For there's not such a place  
you need not fear nor dread
Its just those thoughts inside your head.
If we are honist with ourselves I feel we all have
been in that town sometime or another if not often.
 Sep 2018 NA
Lorraine day
It hurts
 Sep 2018 NA
Lorraine day
Every little detail that's etched within the mind
Every passing comment negative or unkind
Every act against us be it large or small
Every single experience
We can't forget them all
Every critical thought
Filled with judgement
Every stare
Is enough to cause great harm
Devastation and despair
Every ones responsible for the choices that they make
Everyone's accountable for making their mistakes
Each and every one of us
Can choose to change our ways
By speaking words of kindness
Encouragement and praise
Little acts of thoughtfulness
Letting someone know your there
A hand to hold
A smile
A hug
Just showing that you care
Why choose to stand in judgement
Causing harm with all your might
Embrace each other's differences
As you do not have that right
 Sep 2018 NA
Arfah Afaqi Zia
Voices
 Sep 2018 NA
Arfah Afaqi Zia
I hear voices in my head
So real, as if someone's calling out my name
They are so loud and so clear
That at times when i want to shut away from the world
They petrify me and i fail to procure peace
When i lay down, wanting to sleep
My head explodes like a volcano
And once again, someone's voice erupts-
Calling out my name
It makes me feel so different and strange
I can't begin to explain how irritating it is at times
That i feel the urge to shoot myself
I want it to end
But for some reason they keep getting louder and louder when i try to resist them
I hesitate to carry on my day for this very reason
And let these voices flood in and slowly take me with them, piece by piece- till the day I'm gone!
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