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 Jan 2017 Ben M
Polar
We live beneath the shadows of the Gods
And carry the world upon our backs
Tightly bound together
We exist,
Only for each other.
Our days are spent under brilliant suns
And fading stars,
We can disappear like mist.
Out running seasons
We die on our feet
So our spirits fly free.
We are beauty
And we leave our past behind.
 Jan 2017 Ben M
Aeerdna
I was walking around aimlessly
In my dream last night
When I finally reached the hill
Between the end of the world
And the beginning of it;

And I climbed that hill
While the light was disolving into the dark
And the sky was blue and red
While the trees were silhouettes
Against the dark clouds.

Then the wind started blowing
And I felt sad and happy at the same time;
I closed my eyes and let it take away
Pieces of my restless soul—
I was dying, but never have I felt more alive.

When the last piece was about to fly
I woke and realised—
The wind was you
And I was no longer alive.

Forever cursed to wander
Between death and life.
Forever will I chase the wind
To get my soul back.
 Jan 2017 Ben M
Amanda In Scarlet
As a child, I loved those puzzles,
The ones where you trace a line through a maze to reach a goal.
If you hit a blockage,
Back you go, to try again.
Again, again, you know that it's there,
that elusive final prize,
You just have to find the right path.
In life, though, you can't just erase that line,
It's a lifeline, others are clinging to it,
You brought them with you,
You can't just erase their world.
There is no 'try again', so you find yourself,
Up against a wall, and you stay.
You don't want to be there,
You took a wrong turn somewhere,
You can hear and see where you should be,
So close, but there's no way through.
They seem so simple, those puzzles,
It looked like the right way,
But now you're stuck there
Staring at a wall,
Willing it to fall.
How many people stay in jobs they hate or relationships that aren't working because change is so frightening, and difficult? How many of us are too afraid to follow our dreams, too afraid of failure? Too afraid of letting themselves and other people down?
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 Jan 2017 Ben M
Victoria G
there's nothing
quite like
being inexplicably sad
because what seems to be
so obvious
is impossible to put into words
for yourself
let alone for the world
 Jan 2017 Ben M
dull-eyed mortal
Up in the branches,
Ripples dance across the sky,
And drip through the leaves.
This haiku is part of my collection dripping mountains. This is an abract collection on nature
 Jan 2017 Ben M
Jaclyn Harlamert
Set my spirit free
Hang me from a tree
Sing a song to me
Open my eyes to see
I need a simple reminder
Dont forget to be
Dont forget to breathe
Dont forget to believe
There is real peace
Stagnant waters have ease
Waking up from a deep sleep
Save my soul please
 Jan 2017 Ben M
Lauren Marie
What is this Emptiness I Feel?
Is it brought on by Fear?

Is this Emptiness,
Or just Space
From the new room I have created?

Triggered by these new feelings of space,
I want to immediately fill it with non-virtuous things.

Unnecessary materials.
Trivial activities.
Unhealthy people.

For the sake of
Not Feeling.

Perhaps from this Space,
I feel something New.

I didn’t create a Hole in me,
I am becoming a Whole new me

Or maybe
More Whole.

I am allowing my Soul to breathe.

Before, my Soul was constricted;
Suffocated and restricted by the
Rigidity in which I lived.

Now that I have abandoned the stringency,
I am left with a New Found Freedom.

And It Feels Foreign.

I want to judge it.
Label it as “Dangerous”
Or “Unsafe”.

On the contrary,
I Need Not Fear Space.

Having Choices and Freedom
Is not only Healthy,
But a True Sign
I am in Recovery.
Today I felt an uncomfortable emptiness, I wanted to fill the voids with anything I could find to cease the feelings and be dumb to the discomfort. Instead, I reached for my journal and pen, and this was where I was led. I still don't quite understand this emptiness/space cultivating inside of me, but I am not ready to abandon it just yet. If we are strong enough to tolerate the discomfort and overcome our fear to feel our feelings, we can be led to a better path, hopefully a path to liberation.
 Jan 2017 Ben M
Connor Exodus
When I am older and my brain bleeds loss,
I will look for a glass under the autumn leaves.

When I am older and my heart leaks guilt,
I will cherish the hope that I have in the trees.

Once, I was older, and I used to bake souls,
in four walls of ash and of morning oats.

Once, I was older, and it was sweet like vanilla,
in a world which was so absent of hope.
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