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 Oct 2016 Ja
L
peppermint tea.
 Oct 2016 Ja
L
swollen green eyes
a subtle disguise
of all the blurred daydreams
your soul hides behind.

tired blue haze
unlucky but brave
we scatter at nightfall
until no one remains.
4:39 a.m.
 Oct 2016 Ja
Mike Hauser
Step on a crack break your mothers back
No way is she going to go down with that
So I watch what I do, the direction I move
To not hurt my mom with the steps that I choose

I even avoid the cracks that I see
Randomly placed, all taunting me
When lightening slides by, cracking the sky
I turn my back and quickly close both my eyes

Never dare do I stare when a plummer is near
At the massive crack looming from his derriere
Never thought I would find nor realize
There are so many cracks filling our lives

Now that I know I try and avoid
So my dear sweet mother can grow healthy and old
I don't swing around to the bad side of town
Where crack in a bag can be easily found

Then in my carefulness I find that I slipped
Not watching where I placed my last careless step
I let out a gasp as I hear a loud crack
Knowing full well where that crack is at

Oh all the horror, oh all the shame
That I am the one to accept all the blame
What I feared all along went terribly wrong
Now all I've got to say is...Sorry Mom
 Oct 2016 Ja
Kathryn Heim
Hail Mary
full of grace
guide us to the holy place,
queen of heaven
blessed mother dear
keep us in
your loving care.
 Oct 2016 Ja
Mike Adam
Missed
 Oct 2016 Ja
Mike Adam
Oscillate, particles-
Vibrate, separate-

Cosmic body transcend
Space and time

The small resides
Here/there
All at once

Yet this lumpen flesh

Sits immobile
Leaving my love
All alone.

Stubborn matter-
Spirit made form

Obey the leader
And leap forth

Leap I say
From the net of
Real

To the Romantic
To the Ideal
 Oct 2016 Ja
Lvice
Shoulders that brush against mine
And searching eyes that connect
And find nothing but a question

Fingertips feeling their way around a handle
Feet scrambling to pass new character
Drunk in the moment and dizzy from anticipation
Will you recognize me?...
The old me?
The person I never was.
The beating heart I will be...
The me...that no one knows..perfect
              Strangers.
 Oct 2016 Ja
Sk Abdul Aziz
Love doesn't aim to control or curb or force...rather it encourages, supports and persuades..if it does the former...then it isn't and cannot be love.
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