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  May 2015 Emerella
Alexandria
I think we're stuck in a perpetual, comfortable, beautiful state of
"I don't know".
What we have is a gorgeous free fall,
A comfortable conundrum of
Messy kisses,
and
Confused hands,
and
Very good acting.
We've gotten so wonderful at pretending;
At turning ourselves inside out for each other to find new places to explore.
But, somehow, I love how beautiful I've let this mess become.
I love the unsaid words,
I love this little universe we've built for ourselves.
I love our little "I don't know".
We've made something so incomprehensible even I can't find the words for us.
But, I've made it home, I suppose.
And I'd miss it if it went away.
-I love our little enigma.
  Apr 2015 Emerella
Laura Withers
You tender hand,
held me gently.
Like a rosebud, not yet bloomed,

But as you held,
tenderly,
And caressed me everyday.
Watered and cared,
and watched for hours,
waiting for me to let you in.

I did.

For you alone I bloomed.

I let you know my deepest fears,
and my heart's desire.

But lately all you let me know,

*Is that you let me down.
I feel as if the world is a flower. It must be caressed. It is kind to some, and harsh to others.
  Apr 2015 Emerella
Ottar
How  do  we  remember ...war,
victorious! or lost... or oh, the cost...
how  do  we  remember ...battles
the call!... the charge, or the silence ... the toll!
how  do  we  remember...soldiers, and when they are...older
scarred but not forgotten, MIA, KIA
after war
after battles
after soldiers
honor,
bravery,
scarred, not scared
loved,
missed,
by wives and mothers and all the others,
this one
battle
"defined
a nation" and at a cost of 10,000 men, who would soldier no more,
but take postings to peoples memories once lives turned from war,
and to war again
and war again and
to peace makers.

Vimy - April 9 - 12, 1917
My grandfather was a peace maker, my dad was in the Militia, he supported Military action, me I was in cadets, militia and Canadian Army, I do not think my position is as clear as I would like but "War is necessary to feed the greed of man" - I just said that, "but once started, finish knowing that no result will equal the cost, and as for peace and freedom, no result of war can compare" -done
If you have served in a theatre of war, I thank you.  If you have supported a war effort, I thank you.
  Apr 2015 Emerella
Thomas EG
Anytime you feel lonely
Beckon for me to come into your arms
Catch hold of my hand in the shadows, in the back row
Don't let go.
Every day is a new day
Feeling good
Good feeling
Happy... Almost.
I* don't want you to leave as well
Just stay, please...
Keep your fingers crossed
Love the way that your dark eyes shine so brightly
My heart races in your presence
No good can come from this
Only few understand.
Please hold on for a little longer
Quit with the teasing already
Ridiculous, our circumstances...
Slow down, I want to know more
Tell me your deepest secrets
Under the light of the moon.
Velvet blankets, picnic baskets
What's next?
Xoxo, your biggest fan
You never did understand my jokes
Zzzzzz, goodnight, day dreamer...
Now I know my ABCs,
Next time won't you comfort me?
Alphabetical order fun
  Apr 2015 Emerella
falling
i'm sorry.
i'm sorry that i fell for you,
and you fell for me.
i'm sorry i try to be
someone i'm
not,
just so you won't
worry.
i'm sorry i don't
fit into your cookie cutter
format, even though
i'm dying to.
i'm sorry i don't see
myself the way you
say you do and
i'm sorry that i
will never love
myself
the way you say you
love me i'm sorry.
ps. I think I love you, but I'm afraid to tell you. the poem isn't about us but  this is.
  Apr 2015 Emerella
Michael James
They say love is blind.
If love is blind why is it that
I see her in the faces of strangers.
In the places I go, In the foods
I eat. I see her in the shows we used
To watch together and the
Books we were supposed to read.
If love is blind,
How is it I see her
The second I open my eyes.
Blind? I'm not buying that.
  Apr 2015 Emerella
Shylah S
artful way to vent
spill secrets you wouldn't tell a soul
to make things that can only be woven by the fabric of words
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