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Whatever Remains

The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;

the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide

And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot

BY: Sara TK

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Artist of The Week Time!

This week artist of the week is a very interesting writer from AP. Her pen name is Hegemony, she is has been writing a while and altho she is not an expert at it I think that you might have a fun time reading what she got to offer. She was a victim of child abuse from a very young age. She also suffers from autism and ADHD. She is in my opinion is a very strong woman that has survived on many life’s worst nightmare. She now writes about her struggles and some of the most honest poems I have seen in a while. I hope you guys really enjoys her stuff and share the ones that touched you the most. You can find her poetry right here —> http://allpoetry.com/Hegemony 🙂

The Wild West (Unfinished)

Prison Walls

On this island, with the ocean as prison walls.
The waves rush to the shore.

I am watching them slam into the merciless cliffs,
preventing me from escaping this endless bore.

It is light blue in the warm and sunny daylight.
It reflects the light beams
like the eyes of children. A starry sky on earth,
as they light me up by one thousand million.

And in the gloomy moonlight it turns bottle green.
The orange lights dimming,
sounds of the waves killing this peaceful summer night,
and the rocking fishing boats restfully clinging.

I take a walk alone down the beautiful bay.
The ocean calls my name.
Unable to resist it, I take off my clothes,
and I dip into this breathtaking midnight frame.

All of a sudden, I’m not feeling imprisoned.
Cleansed from my discontent,
I thank the walls protecting my beautiful home,
and I hear it swell as a replying consent
.

By: shoutevenshy Read more of her at http://allpoetry.com/shoutevenshy