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Sweet Lover

'Love Story' Poetry Contest. 
Sponsor: Regina Mcintosh
1st Place. 

“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” 
                                                         - John Green, "The Fault in our Stars."
"Love is selfless. Love is respect. Love is infatuation. Love is more than all three combined."
                                                                                          - Hiba Junaid. 

your lashes flutter when you open your eyes
chocolate orbs, blown wide
my favourite flavour

it starts like that

two souls – a little bit broken, a little forlorn
raven locks to hide behind and skin moonlit parchment
I think I must be a little bit gone
lost in nose scrunches and cheeks all bunched up
a healthy blush spread all over and those shy plunges
my poor heart clenches

it’s pouring outside and your clothes are drenched
your body is shivering and your teeth are chattering
yet the umbrella you hold is over my head
eyebrows strewn together, worried I’ll catch a cold
it’s not just the wind ruffling your hair, I think I love your heart

and everything’s pure, this feeling blueberry snow
you love without asking something in return
it’s not just your heart, I think I love your soul
I touch it’s beauty and I find a lover.

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When Silence Speaks

"When Silence Speaks" poetry contest.
Sponsor: Craig Cornish 
2nd Place. 
Date Submitted: 07/05/2024


the air conditioner soothing my heated skin
fire brick curtains with their red dyed orange 
bumblebee rays peeking through gaps in between,
they have so much to say
so much to say to me

ghosts of muffled laughter snuggling my ears
crinkled edges of faded eyes and scratchy rugs beneath my feet
labored breaths running after a face resembling my own,
your lingering warmth has so much to say
so much to say to me

a hand in mine and a skip in my step
wandering, marveling at street vendors, the bustling market
lavender dreams blooming under our eyelids,
that quiet understanding has so much to say
so much to say to me

heaving shoulders in a dimly lit bathroom,
tear tracks melding into the glass of a splintered mirror 
this lonely silence has howled its piece,
now I have nothing to say
nothing to say to me.

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you won't read this but-

it's been a long night 
and I've been tracing your footsteps since the beginning
I am tired of the black it brings
of your shirt, the way you smelled as you hugged me goodbye
suddenly I have to wait years to see you again
to touch you again
and I have to hold back my tears
to comfort those already crying
because I don't have the courage myself
I don't want you to think I'm a crier
But I am
I just cried inside and you never knew

and you boarded a flight to your dreams 
while I crashed face first in a cloud of mist
I don't want you to think I'm blind
But I don't see an end to the tunnel of your leave

and you're working so hard
trying your best
I just wish I knew what that meant
staying up nights in a place so foreign
I don't want you to think I care
But I want to be a distraction to your exhausting days

and if I share this tonight
will you forgive me for feeling this way?
if I miss you too much
will you not think of me any less?
I don't want you to think I'm this sentimental
But I'm missing a part of me with you gone

and I want you to believe I'm brave
that I go into basements with no fear of the shadows
But I'm just a coward
deep down, maybe you know that too
I don't want you to think that I'm desperate
But I'm holding onto every glimpse through a pixelated screen

So come back please?
It's been far too long, the days don't pass fast enough
I'm still stuck in that night
Reliving your wistful smile
Please don't think I'm dying
Because I'm not
You're just breathing my air for me

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Belladonna Field

Good night, old friend.
Hush and sleep.
I’m here as long as we can pretend.
Even after you leave.

If pain is a gateway to the soul,
then my dreams deem your words the key to such a portal
I just can’t tear my eyes away
your blunt nails puncturing skin, their purpose ugly lines

If I could I would rasp a scripted farewell
envelop the spirits you trapped here frame to frame
but the jeers swimming in your Cheshire smile bleed a crimson too real
maybe I should rejoice, this house now a home – not a belladonna field.

But it never will be unlike a cage
twenty years, two decades, one fear, no apology
a few tears won’t erase the scars on her arms 
you the forefront, I the ignorant, and she the child in Omelas

I’m terrified I’m grieving a vile sadist
the people surrounding me either love or hate, curse or forgive, 
they don’t understand what it’s like
to miss someone so soul-crushingly cruel.

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To Love a Siren

There is a voice out there - above the water,
whispering melodies I can't seem to get enough of,
its longing shaped like purple hyacinths.
But it's so easy to sing
and so hard to drown
in the things you make me feel.

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Faded

I’m stuttering on this facile analogy      
Like I’m tripping on dubious morality
I’m lisping on my plain quizzicality 
Like I’m limping on roads to tonality
I’m damaged.
A marred good with no return policy

I’ve bled alone to one too many fights
I’ve slept wide awake one too many nights
I’ve stared into oblivion one too many sights 
I’ve chosen death to one too many plights 
Save me,
I’ve sullied too many lives
                                                                                                   
I’ll lie to your face again
I’ll smile with no grief again
I’ll die to your words again
I’ll fly with no wings again
Leave me be.
I’ll dry your ocean eyes again  

I’d wish my life color
I’d vie a stolen muller
I’d carve my own collar
I’d slit my neck in choler
You’d tempt me,
I’d fade in my own luster 

It’s just that,
It’s hard to breathe these days
It’s sad that,
‘Languish’ is my ultimatum (huh), what a cliché’
And it’s worse that
I’m the cause of my own decay.

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First Love: Ephemera

There’s a box lying somewhere.
Somewhere in a dusty cupboard.
Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still.
Somewhere no one can find it.

I think about it, sometimes.

Sometimes, when I breathe.
Sometimes, when I exhale puffs of grey smoke and let those rashes bleed.
Sometimes, when in the dead of night, my lashes are wet.
Sometimes, when I’m looking somewhere, lost and stumble upon a sunset.

Apples and peaches, 
Magentas and vermilions, 
Pearls and emeralds, 
all strewn across a cobalt, teal sky.
The sky you loved.
I drown in it when no one’s looking. 
No one would understand, anyway. 

I miss them reflected in that shard of glass we held together.

The one that broke, in giggles and hysterics, that very summer. 
The one that I, upon a whim, hid in a wooden chest.
The one that I, with trembling hands, unlatched years later.
Long after you had left.

And it’s much too late...
to go back.
Much too late.

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Winter Bear

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you ~ Rumi

To me, you were 
my youth.	

The remainder of my childhood dreams, 
the obscure smiles of benign warmth
the gentle whispers to a tear so meek
the flower bed veiling a breathing corpse.

And I had seen cruel strife
Trees of shade being cut off
Sipping the blues drained of life, 
I bore the scars of alabaster loss.

And I was told miracles exist
but people who get them don’t prevail
you lifted me so, I insist
painted my days, thawed my scalding maze

Stringent change left my cries muffled
I was just running, regretting the passing days
But you changed how I saw the world
let me pause, if not stop my ways

You made the skies live
you gave rain meaning.
You made winds breathe
you gave me meaning.

And I-
Loved.

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Jamais Vu

"NA" poetry contest
Sponsor: Ink Empress
3rd Place.

Jamais Vu ~ "The feeling of being unfamiliar with something that is familiar. The opposite of deja vu."

These days, life is shroud in a fog so vivid
I’m forgetting what it was like before
I’m feeling saner in a truth so twisted
Nights sure have a way of exposing deplore 
                                                          
(And it took a while to realize but-)

I was jealous of all the lies I told, 
the lessons I sought were self-assured 
clotting my throat were vehement wisterias
as I let fear smile a perpetual hysteria

My tears tasted metallic
the tracks on my cheeks told tales of crimson 
thoughts bitter, bitter, static
just blood in my veins and sickly sweet venom 

Back then, you didn’t matter
that’s what I tell myself every plight
this world is an illusion yet to shatter
it is why you are prone to this pending bite

But words are the one time machine I get to have
the epitome of cruel hope each one of us vies
Yet we set ablaze dreams of ash
You and I, my young magpie

Alas you changed and I am changing
I know the reason we have changed is not time
for you were charged the crime of weeping
and I am mourning an ending mime

One last lie
I want to remember the person I was
One last goodbye
just another farewell my heart lost