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A silence, infused with happiness and contentment, fills the quaint, traditional Bavarian kitchen. The paneled wooden door stands half open, allowing the warmth and sweet smells of summer to waft in. The pungent scent of freshly cut grass mingling with the fragrant bouquet of hay, wanders up my welcoming nose. The soft rays of the morning sun filter through the half drawn curtains, wrapping my small body in a blanket of coziness. The kettle, boiling on the early morning fire that is still burning in the old wood stove, whistles quietly like a train in the distance. Beside the kettle…

Born, purely undefined, Neither scarred nor lined. A face lacking experience. An unmarked appearance. Laid subtly into emotions hands, They begin sculpting permanent brands. No matter a smile or frown, Emotion chose you to crown. From the moment of bestowment, The air is thick and potent. It will envelop you wherever you go, Choosing the most unexpected times to show. And there, where black is printed on white, Phrases crack and emotion takes flight. Wings etch pain into your brow, They create the hurt of now. All the same, they are able to caress, Feathers are capable of utter gentleness.…

She opens the gate to glory, Soaring through with magnificent flight. Wings, that of an angel, Blushed feathers of a phoenix. Alighting with inaudible grace- A runway of triumph. She does take the first step, Innocent confidence in her stride. Poppies follow like an endless veil- She is forever moving forward. Embracing a sword of tender steel, An invisible crown upon her head. A permanent ivory glow exudes, From the indestructible core. She has conquered every battle, Born with an inner shield. They praise her- They bow in her presence- For they have yet to find Their internal armor. Born…

He was given a set, To play the game. A matter of luck, Is all he had. Portraying different faces, Wearing different colours- Altering for different occasions- Always for the benefit of himself. But why? Why does he fight solely for himself? Wanting to win the match, That cannot be won. He shuffles through life- With unbelievable pace, Not thinking of what’s to come. The inevitable awaits him at the end, So why does he rush? Doesn’t take time to ponder The importance of life. His life will pass. When all his cards are gone- He is done. He finished…

A beam of light shines into the dark alley. It illuminates a forgotten pile of garbage festering by the wall of a building. Slowly, the beam travels up the filthy brown brick wall of a ruined home, creeping over what was once a window sill. It crawls in a window, though it’s so caked with dirt only a sliver reaches the inside. But this sliver is enough to awaken something hiding inside. A small face becomes visible, half hidden by a mess of tangled brown hair, dusted with dirt. The pale blue eye blinks in response to the light, and…

How do we allow ourselves to become so tangled? succumb to a mangled mess where all our threads cross in positions of hopelessness I can’t even figure out who I am I want to know how it feels to stand on solid land no plans for failure, just wasted hope, eventually it all goes up in smoke Where do I go when you’re all I’ve ever known? and even I know, you’re all I ever want to know please, don’t let me go Does time help, does it ease the pain? is there a way to escape, am I supposed…

Awake In this very bed where I blanketed myself from the shiver of life’s wind, where I fantasized my insecurities away, where I masturbated my motivation away, she proved to me what is possible. She proved my lips could kiss, instead of cuss. She proved my arms could savor, instead of strangle. She proved my heart strong and body beautiful. I used to dream of never leaving this bed, to never face the failure, the success, taste neither the sugar nor seed of this world. Now I dream of never leaving her embrace. Never waking to that old, parasitic coffin.…

I pulled my head up from the desk it was laying on. It was hard and cold. I put my hand to my cheek, and the warmth nearly stung it. I think I said ‘ouch’ out loud. Now some girls over in the other side of the class are staring at me and one of them giggled. I put my head back on my desk and pretended that the cold wasn’t there. My mind flew to being at home this morning. I was having a difficult time buttoning up my favourite pink shirt. My dad was too busy and told…

no one knows me like you do
no one holds me like you do
i may be a bruised & lonely soul
but i’ve still got time to hold
and they tell me you know
how to heal a broken soul

i was once wild & free
reckless as the wind that breaks the trees
unpredictable like phone calls
that bring you to your knees

i can hear you call my name
through all the storm clouds & curtains of rain
it gives me strength to hold on
even if, for not very long

you can hear her cry, if you listen
like a delicate spider web
spun with beauty, but not enough strength
to resist destruction
embossed with dew drops
and starting overs
designed to be broken