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 May 2014 aurora
Hannah Anderson
Loving you was
the most
exquisite form
of self
destruction

but I did it
I did it anyway
I wanted to reach
and touch
the flame
to bite
the fruit
to see
to hurt
and I wanted you to fix it
 May 2014 aurora
Meenu Syriac
Woman
 May 2014 aurora
Meenu Syriac
She carries herself around with the elegance of a winsome soul,
Her charm and wit, these are some things you can't live a day without.
And when she spoke, she could make heads turn,
The way not known in the days bygone.
She was a woman, her hips could sway and make you mesmerized,
At the sheer vulnerability of your own thoughtless mind.
Her words could pierce through your chest, and leave a mark,
Even turn you out from your ways, unkempt.
And when she walked by, her scent could drag you along with her,
A force of gravity that can't be explained in terms of words or thoughts.
She was a woman, one you know, you'll have to fear but also love, to make you skip a beat,
Her smile to set you free from a world that holds you down.
In her eyes, she sees the world, her life meant for a greater cause.
When you think you're lost, she will be there to hold your hand the rest of the road.
She was a woman, not for her curves, or her hips, or her eyes, or lips
She was a woman, because she cared when others gave you their goodbyes.
She was a woman, for the grace she held, for her kind heart, that wanted to help.


She is a woman, who dreams for a world, where she can live and not be tried.
*She is a woman, because, yes she's beautiful, inside out.
 May 2014 aurora
EP Mason
Do I look okay in this bag of skin?
Does it make my stomach look fat, or my hips too thin?
Do I burn your eyes in my porcelain dress?
Should I trade it for one that you less detest?
I shan't ask again if I look okay
I couldn't undress myself anyway
© Erin Mason 2014
It's on nights like these
That I miss you the most
I can feel the ghost
Of your lips
On the tip of my nose
Because you're not quite tall enough
To reach my forehead.

It's on nights like these
That I miss you the most
When I stay up all night
Rereading the notes
That you wrote me
Little pieces of you
That I cherish when I'm alone

You bring me the kind of happiness
I can't find in the ashes of a blunt
Or at the bottom of a bottle
You make me truely, absolutely happy
And I haven't felt that way
In such a terribly long time
And I know you haven't, either.

I'll never let you go, baby doll.
We'll make it together, you and me
Through it all.
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