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 Aug 2015 AW
Ashley Nicole
The wildfires in your eyes
Burn bright enough
To illuminate a thousand skies


Leaving me
...

Up in smoke
 Aug 2015 AW
Sarah Spang
Ephemeral
 Aug 2015 AW
Sarah Spang
Is dalliance a sweeter state
Due to it's evanescence?
As human beings do we just seek
Ephemeral acceptance?
Or do we yearn eternity
And dwell on it erstwhile
Knowing that our truer selves
Will furtively beguile?
Is affection what we deign to be
A dulcet, soft concession
A short reprieve, a known repose
For sanity's repression?
How much is conscious harmony
How much is chemistry
And what then for the subtle myth
Of serendipity?
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 Aug 2015 AW
Sarah Spang
Sometimes beneath close eyelids
I quest to bring you back
As if you were driftwood floating
Downstream on your back.
I dip my hands beneath the veil
And dry away the death
And from my parting, weeping lips
I give you back your breath-
Just like the rising sunset burning
In the summer sky
Paints and saints the mountaintops
And casts their colors bright.



Unrhymed Notes:

Sometimes I dream I can bring you back
Just as simply as dipping my hands into the water
To retrieve a floating piece of driftwood;
Dry the death from your skin
And breath life back into you
The way the sunrise reanimates
The Dark Mountains
Each and every day.

I see your Ocean eyes open
Embrace you like I'm trying to
Fold you into my skin
Where I can keep you always
And feel your summer peach warm flesh
Tangible against my permafrost fingers.

If the dead could talk
Nothing profound would leave your lips
They'd only quirk into a Cheshire smile
And you'd tell me to let go
Relinquish
Move along and stop standing still
Life is for the Living
Death is for the dead
And dreams are for the foolish.


"You *******."
 Aug 2015 AW
Melissa Sherwood
It’s 3 in the morning
The highways in my head are stuck in a traffic jam full of drivers with pent up road rage
I try to be quiet so I don’t wake my roommate
In reality I want to scribble on the walls write out my each and every thought
Draw every image that my want to be Da Vinci mind paints
Because it is these years that will be my foundation
It is these years that will define my future family’s financial situation
Call me crazy, but thinking about the future is a prescription to anxiety
I don’t know if it’s my thoughts or the late dose of caffeine that is keeping me awake tonight
But something tells me that if I write somehow the traffic will vanish and I will at last overdose on exhaustion
It’s 4 in the morning
I am mourning my loss of nine hours sleep
I used to be stronger but now it isn’t so hard to see
That sitting in this traffic every day is beginning to take a toll on me
 Aug 2015 AW
William Cowper
My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to His abode;
Thee, Saviour, by that name I call,
The great Supreme, the mighty God.

Without beginning or decline,
Object of faith and not of sense;
Eternal ages saw Him shine,
He shines eternal ages hence.

As much when in the manger laid,
Almighty Ruler of the sky,
As when the six days' work He made,
Fill'd all the morning stars with joy.

Of all the crowns Jehovah bears,
Salvation is His dearest claim;
That gracious sound well pleased He hears
And owns Emmanuel for His name.

A cheerful confidence I feel,
My well placed hopes with joy I see;
My ***** glows with heavenly zeal,
To worship Him who died for me.

As man He pities my complaint,
His power and truth are all divine;
He will not fail, He cannot faint;
Salvation's sure, and must be mine.
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