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she set a polish to the brass pipes
with a careful hand she worried them
hours like a silent moving contemplation
she worked her way from one end of
the massive machine to the other
knowing every rivet
every dent and scratch
the hot steam leaving a sheen of sweat on her
the machines labored breathing filled her ears
alive to her she spoke to it
in a loving soft whisper
she felt the gauges and levers
with the familiarity of mother and child
knew its every creak and groan
with the heart of unconditional loving care
a steam engine is a living thing
a breathing feeling entity
a life of brass for bone
coal fire for a heart
powerful
deep
living
it loved her as much as she loved it
 Sep 2015 Catharina
jeffrey robin
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 Sep 2015 Catharina
jeffrey robin
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rusted tin can by the busted body

Of what was once a man

//

What have we done to ourselves ?



The hidden truths

Behind

Our plea to be seen as a human being

Who loves

//

Sad the song that lingers

The death that has arrived

The pain we invited in

And glorified

/::/

The pages of our poetry

Scattered in the wind

That end up

**** stained

In corpse strewn alleyways

( our lovers ! )

••

Write on Poets of Love !

Write on !

Till the last of you is gone

& in the Silence

We might find Peace
 Sep 2015 Catharina
Diba
I want to tell you I love you, even if it means a little more each time, but ever since you left i haven’t been able to look at anything beautiful because every single sunrise and sunset reminds me of you. It’s kind of like when you said you loved me but i knew deep down it meant nothing. It doesn’t mean anything anymore.
If I could breath fire,
I'd inhale,
And never let it go,
Just to feel alive again,
Just to feel like I was burning
with passion like I used to.
 Apr 2015 Catharina
Bella Anima
Past
Is here.
Whispering in my ear
Reminding me of it all.

Past
Is here.
Living in my head
Replaying it all.

Past
Is today.
What I live in.
What I believe in.

Past.
You haunt me
When I cannot resist
When I am weak
When you are all I need.

Past.
You haunt me
In every plan I make
For the future.
In every breath I take
In every step I take
Towards the future.

The present
Is a blur.
The past is my shadow.
 Apr 2015 Catharina
R Saba
present
for you, i’d remain standing
long after the trees sat down to rest
and the sun had done its best to make you smile

past*
i realize your presence was heavy upon me
for years, damning praise and sharp silence
like tags poking out from brand-new clothing, reminding me
to cover you up
and worn, fraying threads betraying the fact
that my feelings for you were long past their due date
and i should just throw them away

present
i never threw them away, i just recycled them
somehow knowing that one day
i would find a use for this feeling, a cause worth standing for
and a body that stood in the same crooked way
you are not the same, you are better
than any face i used to hate, or any voice
that used to grate upon my tired mind
love turned to hate
and now the cycle repeats itself again
hello there sunny day
 Mar 2015 Catharina
bones
keys
 Mar 2015 Catharina
bones
she leaves
everything
on a page,
all her sorrow,
her love
and her rage,
and I truly believe
she will write
herself free
of the jailers
who fastened
her cage.
(can't-sleep-remix)
she lives
inside out
on the page

in secret
but one of  
these days

I truly believe
her words
will be keys

that pull back
the bolts
of her cage.
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