True love, kiss that takes one's heart on a journey

Towards fulfilling their complete desire, where dreams

Transpire, inviting emotions setting the mood

For love, the type that lasts forever, hoping the partner has

acknowledged the plan.

A web of love, hoping that it will work out for both partners and

motivate others.

- Keisha Thomas

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Taking for granted, what can only be described as the truest form of love

She feeds off his affection and the longing for it to be reciprocated

Reaching into his very soul, she rips the remaining sustenance out of him

All his past dreams, put aside, now replacing them with her kisses

He imagines that they provide an improved type of nourishment

Her perfume, drowning him, blinding him from her inadequacies

Feeling anguish deemed temporary

Feeding her habit for the material

He sacrifices, selling his soul to the vampire

Slowly sucking the passion for life, his eyes possessed

She turns blindly, simply expecting the pining

The delusion of love found, sees him shielding his treasure

Preventing the attack of a desperate victim of Kingston's streets

Demanding one of her prizes

As he blocks the piercing of her flesh

Insipid Romeo denies the demand

Defending his imitation of a Juliet

Drops of crimson falling, twisting of the blade, deeper

Cutting flesh, braising bone, he feels it

It seems she is also experiencing an emotion

Or the closest she can to it

The victim of society rips the trinket from her collarbone

She watches her supplier falling to the ground, grasping for assistance

She has acknowledged and experienced sympathy

Not to be confused with empathy.

- Sacha Hill

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Birth (of a new me) day

Yes, it's my birthday

The whole world stopped for me to enter it

I've been in this world 17 years today

Crucial point in life, but do I even realise it?

Hung up on the past, bitter about the future

Not good timing for a celebration, right?

Thinking of 14, 15, oh there goes 16

Who am I? Who is this creature?

It seems I've put off discovering me

Taken up by useless matters of the time

Sometimes saying "to be or not to be"

But that's not my question, I'm in my prime

It takes a special occasion for one to reflect

This is mine, where are the vines of my life going?

I'm going to next stage but now isn't perfect

My goals, my childhood dreaming

I can't be the 16 self anymore

This is a birth of a new me

No anger, out of mind, crazy, emotionally torn

A blossoming beauty I'll soon to be

Thorns of the past will keep danger away

Deeply rooted in my beliefs, my family

I am my mother's baby

I want to be, the self she knew would live happily

The world before seemed like spinning reversed

Only now I see it was I who was backward

The world against me, I was coerced

Really, I forced myself to not go forward

The world that let me in, I embrace today

With my 17 self, the new me

My future shaping in the clay

On my birth (of a new me) day.

- Paula-Dene Nesbeth