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Breeze as an Afterthought

When Love Breezes on by.

Torrid breeze

need to sneeze

spring came around

allergy bound

stuffing noses, sensitive eyes

plucking petals makes me cry.

Within a sickly state

met a special someone on a date

we spent nights and days

in a wanton haze

blurry and hot

in loving thought.

We felt immortal, too great

to let the spark die, wait

so we carved our joy

happiness, tacit cloy

in our favourite bench

we spent days clenched

together

in spite of disgusting weather.

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The Aftermath by Samihah Pargas

I often wondered if you were as sad as I was after you walked away. It pained me to say that perhaps you were not, and one day I had to let my hope dissipate. This is where I walk now, on the road taking me further away from you and any dreams I held onto. I stopped by the ocean for a while and tried to drop your name into the water, but I might as well have drowned myself because you were still inscribed all over me. Continue reading The Aftermath by Samihah Pargas

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Anatomy of a Suicide

You assume that they will think of you
and smile.
Remember all of your best attributes,
wish you were here.

Sometimes that’s true.
Sometimes it’s not.

Sometimes I want to bring you back to life
just to tell you how angry I am.
To tell you I love you
and that he deserved better.

m.e. peters

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How to Seduce the Night

-how to seduce the night, Rio de Janeiro 2016

 

On a rooftop in a rainstorm

he kissed the night into being.

High above the city of sleepless dreams

he gathered moonlight on his fingertips,

and cast love upon the midnight hued sky.

To a chorus of thunder and gunshots

he seduced the night

and made love to the stars.

I have not forgotten what it feels like

to become the calm after a storm.

March 3, 2018

 

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“You Shouldn’t Have Bothered” by Michelle Mangal

If you knew how
I’d cry walking along the river
Tears leaking behind my sunglasses
After you’d left
You
Would never have said those pretty lies to me.

If you knew how
I’d break into so many pieces
I’m still finding pieces of that girl I once knew
Under my bed and in the back of the sofa
You
Would never have attempted to love me.

You both shouldn’t have bothered.

Sorrow has scored its lines into my face
Silver is growing from my head
I’m fed up of photos that show eyelids puffy from tears
Because I cry before, after, and during everything I do.
Yet would either of you have stayed
if you knew that worst was yet to come?

Who knew that I’d break and then
break some more
until all there is left of me is
just dust
and grains of salt.

Truly, right now I think
You shouldn’t have bothered.

And yes, I survived those other tears,
That old heartache
and all the other bullshit life had to offer.

But honestly, my love

If that is all

you have

to give to me.

You shouldn’t have bothered.

(Photo by Kinga Cichewicz on Unsplash)

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“WILDERNESS” by Michelle Mangal

The most beautiful thing
I have ever known
was you asleep in my bed
me curved around you
one last cuddle
whispering goodbye
in the curls of your hair
before I go to work.

I never knew I could love so much,
That I could feel such tenderness,
Just from you asleep in my bed.

For a few more minutes snuggled with you
I’d miss my train
I’d bunked off school
I forgot who I was.

All because of loving you,
The boy asleep in my bed.

(Photo by Becca Tapert on Unsplash)

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“Some days I wake up…” by Olivia Kunaski

Some days I wake up
with my heart bolted to the floor
& it’s not worth the trouble
of picking it up again.
Some days I wake up
& it’s trying to beat its way out of my chest.
Or I can’t hear it at all.

Continue reading “Some days I wake up…” by Olivia Kunaski