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- wryness: At least one person will write About sweet ecstasy And, “Hey baby, “You’re my LSD; “High on life, “That’s my girl; “That’s” –...
- Pragna Paramita Mondal: The Wind Had swept off. Rust petals, paper cranes, yellow pages. The delirium, and a slice of time, somnolent and sour. The blood had felt the onomatopoeia, when it...
- wryness: That has made all the difference – Or maybe it hasn’t; I’m not sure. I need to move upwards, Open a dimension’s eyeful And trace the lines carved In leaves now...
- inthenameoftherose: Brick by brick we build our walls, Some are short and some are tall. When communication stalls another brick is added cemented by resentment and frustration. And in order to be...
- AintNoNinny: you told me that you have eyes only for me yet I see you staring at that corvette across the street wishing you were with her
- inthenameoftherose: All the best laid plans of mice and women Yet life has her own vision. As little girls we were fed on fairy tales But now as women we lie on beds of nails Self sacrifice and...
- inthenameoftherose: It began with two for the road It seemed so light then the load When under the shooting star I wished The third came as promised ‘twas bliss Four we wanted to even out our...
- BJP123: Lay down icy witch, Promise lost spell unbroken, Filled with regret.
- BJP123: Nine and six filed for divorce, such a tragedy. Thirteen lost her beloved ten, a sailor out at sea. It’s been a year since the cancer took four, and seven just isn’t the same....
- Provalone: From the summit of him to the valley of me, I feel the wind that connects us. Oh gentle wind, please blow harder so I can feel you: The only thing I share with him.
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The rain drips coldly off his drenched hat
As he staggers hungrily through a darkened wood,
Searching, searching.
A man of mystery, never quite knowing what to see
Or what to look for in his gloomy surroundings.
Falling, falling.
The will to move on, to continue, is growing dim
And life seems pointless, darkness closes.
Ending, ending.
With his head in his hands, he thinks that all is lost
Nothing matters, it’s over, he can’t handle it.
Losing, losing.
Then salvation takes a hand, and the sun stops the rain
Memories flood back, happy ones, of a time long gone.
Remember! Remember!
The light warms his heart, the pain’s washed away
Daylight, brightness, he stands tall again,
Ready, ready.
When giving up seems easy, just think of all your friends
If you have none, make one. Just smile, say hello.
Smile. Smile.
Memories, fading with worry and hatred, can be remembered
Brought back by sunlight and a want to survive.
Endure. Endure.
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TREES
Nature’s brooding conductors
stand motionless
with their arms outstretched,
upholding the final note
in poignant silence
before taking their bows.
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ah, a freebie
yes. I’ll have one please
yes, some more.
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The new week starts tomorrow
we can try again
and put the old one to bed
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I set your revolutions
into measured slots,
and well in advance
I assign upcoming events
according to my benefit.
Time, I am your master.
but still you tease me
with your deceitful abundance
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Breath fills his nostrils
Scent of rain
Overhead thunder thrills
As a hesitant voice of pain
His eyes widen
as lightning rends the smoky sky
angry must be Poseidon
nowhere is dry
Poised is the stranger
who looks from atop the stony ledge
his face lined with danger
as he nears the edge
hear the mighty ocean roar!
Feel the wind howl!
See the silver lightning soar!
Entropy is on the prowl!
His demeanor is placidly peaceful
As he grasps the hand of Lady Death
one step into freefall, his manner of control
diving on empty breath
like an arrow, the ether he’ll pierce
that divides the earth and the sky
the hopes and the fears
that lie within the human mind
an immortal he be
that realizes his eternal nature
who swims the currents of destiny
and lives till he reaches his full stature
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