Noir and White

Tola, 20 Purgatory between Darkness and Colour

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Dance

Loud silence Over-flowing words Quiet insanity Everything inside her flows

Eyes closed Heart racing Smile radiating

Entranced in the sound Her world is not yours Eyes open

Heart dancing

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Bleed Red

I don’t look at myself in the mirror anymore 

I fear the glass may shatter and I will step on the pieces.

I watch the red bleed into the tiles thay remind me I’m still human. 

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Will's poem

Will’s poem

the now silent isle of your hip bones have craved the night into a half-moon tangled in the curling flame on your nightstand the dust of stars slumber on your belly glittering reminders of a slowing heaving sky that sighed as the shadow of loneliness was eased out by soft-spoken fingers

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Melanin strong  Colour is vibrant, rhythmic - mystic. We dance in the changing shadows and glisten in the light.

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Piece by Piece

By Lola

Would you finish a puzzle if the picture wasn’t on the box but you already knew what it was? Hmm… maybe- depending on time- or if it was picture that we actually wanted to see.

Maybe not all at once, but piece by piece- it could all come together.

We all know a version of ourselves that would gather all the pieces back into the box and put it away forever. Knowing full well that puzzle…

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Never play games with someone who knows your heart.

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A shadow is a friend you might forget is there. When the light comes and it appears... Don't you wonder if it's been there the whole time? Sharing the dark times as well as the light ?

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I am 100% about this band. The video is weird too 😂 #LoveIt

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Ageless time

Each second I hear a heart steady beating as mine. A constant rhythm embracing it’s own time. The blood in our veins thickens with age. Greater the effort with the increasing pain. Time seems to slow and the hourglass runs thin. Our grains will cease to flow but time never will. Limitless before the beginning, endless beyond the end. We’re on borrowed time, you may savor it, but it will always be…

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You and I in a Year

You and I in a Year

If think of my days with you they begin in the Spring. We drove into the truest of skies blue and I felt fate had thrown me it’s golden string. The doves in heat envied us as the desire between us grew. An adventure of passion and adoration new. To the Summer days when the wind raised the dust in the grass and our sweat created a scandalous haze seen by everyone but felt by none but us. Till…

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She Owns but a Piece Curiosity clung to me like the deep rose dress to her hips.                                                             Her stride was confidence and her skin flawless pride. 

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Unchanging Colour

  I do not envy trees in Autumn As the seasons change so do their colours. tragically falling from their limbs they stand naked in the cold. Winter does not discriminate between the young and the old. My colour is not a tragedy. This cold world cannot make my skin fall. I will glow in the sun and I will stand tall as my people have done before. I am as large and in charge as the lands where human…

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Pablo Neruda July 12, 1904- 23 September 1973

Pablo Neruda July 12, 1904- 23 September 1973

        Pablo Neruda July 12, 1904- 23 September 1973   If You Forget Me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail…

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Memories of grey 

Don’t miss me when I’m gone. Just pretend I was never here. Memories can’t remain of something that was never there. By Lola

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Run

It was supposed to be home. Where the heart is and where it belongs. Not the birthplace of your heartache and trauma that lasts lifelong. The family gets together and can talk about anything. To be understood and cared for like a chick under it’s mother’s wing. It was supposed be home, the place you go back to when things go wrong. The sanctuary proving guidance and the strength to be strong. It…

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The wind of your voice The calm it brings to my heart Is now a cold chill. ••••• By Lola

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