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 Jul 2015 Kody dibble
Renae
'           '           '       '       I  '        '          '         '    '
     '          '             love the rain.     '           '   '
'       '       It hides tears that trickle'     '
  '     down round cheeks that should be  '
'  smiling. Rain spilling out of an endless downpour.I look up to the vastness in awe
₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩
                                     ^          
                ­                      ^
                                   eyes
                                 closed
                                   shut
                                  hands
                                   open
                                   wide
                                  Wash
                                  away
                                 what I
                                cannot
                                conceal
                                    so I
                                   may
                                   pour
                                 myself
                                    out
                                  like a
                                   rain          
                                       s
                             r          h
                               e      o
            ­                       w
Writers block is not something I need right now
Breathe it all in love some mind
Set it off your fiber fall
Leaves an hole in rough your mind

solo sunrise by Chet faker
 Jul 2015 Kody dibble
EJ Aghassi
perhaps this feeling
is the concern
I've been searching
desperately for

maybe I've warped
what it means
when an individual
breaks skin

there's a chance
this obtuseness
is quite acute
sense of caring

I've lost all sense
of what I was before
you won't see me
through hoops again

but perhaps it is
in the way that
I suffer, that
I find romance

there is beauty
in all things
the opposite if it
no exception

it hurts to exist
but the pain
soon becomes
symphony of sorts

and one needs
the orchestra
as massive as
it can possibly be

I will become
the music
of my being

I will move
ever forward
with

the blowing
of the
winds
I yearn for progression
 Jul 2015 Kody dibble
Oita Robisi
Why am I not enough -- why am I not more,
The bright of increase blinds my thoughts,
Blood and sweat will spend it all,
To gain my freedom from the tyrant Wants,

I sit down by the roasting boar,
With fleeting joy I revel in my spoil,
My thoughts yearn still for the elusive more,
Enough it seems I will never employ.
Inspired by the pressures of expectation
422

More Life—went out—when He went
Than Ordinary Breath—
Lit with a finer Phosphor—
Requiring in the Quench—

A Power of Renowned Cold,
The Climate of the Grave
A Temperature just adequate
So Anthracite, to live—

For some—an Ampler Zero—
A Frost more needle keen
Is necessary, to reduce
The Ethiop within.

Others—extinguish easier—
A Gnat’s minutest Fan
Sufficient to obliterate
A Tract of Citizen—

Whose Peat lift—amply vivid—
Ignores the solemn News
That Popocatapel exists—
Or Etna’s Scarlets, Choose—
The touch of the sunlight,
the warmth of the water
dancing around our ankles,
smell the salt in the air,
fresh and clean and pure.
Little tastes of happiness.
But it's never enough for you.

You think that happiness is a state,
like liquid or gas, something you stay in.
But happiness is in the fleeting moments,
the laughter of friends,
hot chocolate, sweet and smooth
with little marshmallows.

Dancing in the rain,
wearing your favorite shirt,
a walk through the woods,
a hug just a little longer than usual,
the warmth of someone else's arms.
These fleeing moments are
where you find happiness.
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