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 Dec 2014 AMcQ
Leyla Aurora
No walls around me, fresh air
I breathe it through my heart
The wind plays with my silver hair
Creates the piece of art
It's over now, the blood-red age
Of fighting and of fear
Of people being put in cage
Of dangers that were near
I lived it all, I lived the deaths
Of people that I loved
My soul has died from the offence
Of ones that I adored
But I've restored myself somehow
For twenty hundred times
But it can hurt me until now
When my body dies
My body dies after I lived and danced on edge of knife
My love, emotions and my faith, please, try to stay alive
 Dec 2014 AMcQ
SG Holter
craft
 Dec 2014 AMcQ
SG Holter
I love my country side home.
firewood heat fighting the
gusts of winter wind
breaking through
timber
walls creaking with
the outside wanting
in.

still, the absence of your perfume,
freshly showered hair and
skin, smells like the emptiness I'd
feel alone, deep in the
bowels of
an enemy alien spacecraft
heading
home.
 Dec 2014 AMcQ
Amitav Radiance
Fire
 Dec 2014 AMcQ
Amitav Radiance
There so much fire around
Burning down everything
Instead of providing light
On the path that leads to happiness
Fire spiraled out of control
But the fire within has extinguished
 Dec 2014 AMcQ
Carolin
Black Wings
 Dec 2014 AMcQ
Carolin
Wings grew on
the spot where he
touched my back. I
chose to paint them
in different shades
of black*  ~
 Dec 2014 AMcQ
eunsung aka Silas
I sit breathing
staring at a lit candle

I hear the gentle
singing of crickets

the world has yet to awaken

another day of life
to open my heart to

a quiet morning
before I throw myself into the day

may I be centered by
inner stillness and peace,
so I may share this morning quiet
with all those I meet today
Poem after morning meditation
 Dec 2014 AMcQ
Sinex
Candle Light
 Dec 2014 AMcQ
Sinex
A flame burns...

the optimist,
sees the light it makes,
and the heat it creates.

the Pessimist,
sees the oxygen it consumes,
and the wax turn to fumes.

which are you?

-Sx
 Dec 2014 AMcQ
Ellie Geneve
Untitled
 Dec 2014 AMcQ
Ellie Geneve
The smell
of a blown out candle
is a sonnet on its very own.
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