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Katie May 2015
winter nights,
the gumtrees would brush up against my window.
i could hear the leaves fall,
and the branches twist,
the raindrops slapping the pavement,
the beaded droplets slithering down my window.
and when i looked out
into the midnight darkness,
i saw dim street lights,
and bobbing buoys detailed with marine lights.
i could smell the fine detail of smoke,
the salty crisp air.

those nights,
i wished your body was next to mine,
sleeping soundly-
i would have imagined you smelled like
salt and rain-
me, tracing the rope burns stamped into your palm.
and those nights,  
while the playful gumtrees tickled my window...
i knew everything would be sound
in the morning.
been working on this for awhile now.
missing home and you **
Mitch Prax Apr 2015
I’m afraid of living in a
dreary world without you
So I went out into the fields
And picked
ten thousand sunflowers.
As they brightened my room
I was reminded
of the way your eyes
would brighten up my life
Mitch Prax Mar 2015
I looked and I looked
deep into your eyes
And there you were
Lost in the fires
You were lost
Nobody was home
I screamed and I screamed
I screamed your name
But nobody was home
You were lost to the flame
Poppies abloom in memoriam.

Fields content of the past.

Storms brewing above.

To renew them once again.

Memories of battle, scars on the earth.
Revealed once again.

In the fields.

It was the poppies to bloom

In memoriam.
By J.R.Williamson
Called to war. Sent across.

To lands abound and far enough.

The Anzacs were never lost.

Our hearts spread with pride
And glory.

Fell were they at Gallipoli, who at beaches, landed wrongly.

The waters deep and bullets afloat they fought with might of lions and hearts of steel.

But in all they won and enemies fell, the water calmed.

They Were Called Home.
BY J.R.Williamson
Michaela Feb 2015
And I'll hope that the time space continuum gets smaller,
That the names on the map lose all meaning,
and the distance becomes just an obligation.

And you'll come to surpass
the person you left here with me.
For Wes
Mitch Prax Jan 2015
I am a bug
You are a garden
Just one more hug
And I’m in heaven

I am an island
You are a sea
Leaving me stunned
And no longer empty

I am a comet
You are a star
Missing you’s become a habit
That leaves me with a scar
Mitch Prax Jan 2015
Let me rid you of your heart aches
With poetry and strawberry cupcakes
So stay with me but for a little while
You accelerate time in just one smile

But all things must come to an end
I’ll miss you more than you can comprehend
To this day I’m still finding goodbyes tough
Because time spent with you is never enough
Mitch Prax Jan 2015
You are prettier than a peacock's feathers
Sweeter than all of the sugars
Funnier than the highest of jesters
Like the distant stars,
You cannot be surpassed
You are my universe,
nothing is more vast
A P Taylor Jan 2015
Storm erupted


Another evening, peaceful at midnight
Stillness, rest, no interruption or light
People asleep, nothing to intervene
Soon turns to very different scene

A long faint shard Illuminates evening
No noise, brief white flash seething
Early morning, faint breeze stirs
The hint, noise, distant verve

Leaves faint skitter on the back patio
Sounds harbinger of a dark shadow
Light interrupts the dark frequently
A momentum gathers relentlessly

Breeze gathering in resolve, gale force
Its gusting, with a devilish resource
Trees thrown, branches thrashing
Light, noise together crashing

A vast crescendo of drums, rumbling
Bass, deeper peels, when tumbling
Booms accompanies the lightning
A sudden purple flash frightening

Bang, an enormous sudden explosion
House shaking, feel the commotion
In a violent instant felt threatened
Forceful, it's power deafened

In its angry wake is trail of damage
Houses and trees, impact savage
Electricity out, effect felt in days
Neighbourhood reacts in daze

Meanwhile the storm trails to the east
On distant houses, troubles sweep
Now to faint as rolling forwards
Huge force rumbles onwards

The noise, memory before morning
Damage counted as day dawning
A peaceful weekend interrupted
Night the violent storm erupted
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