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 Jun 2015 Cold-Bones
Lena Waters
The mountains
Grew together

As I fell, unknowing,
                                 For you.

And the mountains
Crumbled together

As I fell, lost,
                    From you.

And the mountains
Sighed together

As I fell, broken,
                          Past you.
A quick poem to cheer me up. Even though it`s kind of morbid.
 Jun 2015 Cold-Bones
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

When love showers over me,
I could feel and touch your rain and your thunder,
Pealing at my skin while pacing down a diamond crusted gold sidewalk,
Being stuck between beautiful pupils and a hard place ,
my mouth is silent but anxiety talks,
Conversations will be chocolate covered peices of heaven staring back into you,
Looking through my flesh and see my soul,
Being indepted to feasting my eyes on you,
Apart from the smile your mother gave you,
You are,
You talk,
Those eyes,
I just can't,
So beautiful..... I.....
.....I can not look away,
Unlikely the feelings you bring,
You make me forget everything,
Awhole other side of me,
Those eyes,
Bring out the best in me,
The good in me,
Not another distant memory,
Remember those beautiful eyes as clear as day,
Look forward to tonight and say,
That my sorrows have gone on very long vacation,
To be extinguished,
To perish by love and good vibrations,
Your eyes did that for me.
I was debating weather or not to write a second part to this because the first one was like last year and people still like that today,
So here you go ha-ha.
I don’t cry.
I never have.
Not when my childhood friend died,
Or even when I found out my grandparents had cancer.
I am a really tough girl,
Or so I would like to think I am.
Or rather I was a very tough girl.
I used to be a pro at being sad and showing zero emotion.
Lately, it’s been too easy to be standing at a bus stop and think myself into streaming tears and a runny nose.
I guess I do cry now…
And a lot thanks to you.
 Jun 2015 Cold-Bones
a wildfire
your lips are like the gods.
storm born. raging. your eyes created from the longest of winters.
filled with heat that
no
mortal
man
could ever keep. it bellows down inside of you. beckoning, swollen
up with flies from last nights ****.

this world gives you nothing.
 Jun 2015 Cold-Bones
Paul Butters
A poem is built with sounds
Liberally littered with alliteration
Rhyming reason
Aspiring assonance
Up metaphorical mountains.

Each letter plays its part.
A cast of cascading chords
Making mystical music
For the discerning ear.

Operatic musicals from the Muse:
A crescendo of noise
Or sometimes
Whispers in the winnowing wind.

I write because I must,
Because I need to
In answer to
The Call.

Paul Butters
 Jun 2015 Cold-Bones
kailasha
Destruction is beautiful when
*you're not the one being destroyed.
Gah.
I wanted to drink away pain, instead it drank me.
10 words
 Jun 2015 Cold-Bones
Just Me
Another day gone to slow. A life replay, I wish I  didn't know.

The best of times are to few. To much of me putting up with you.

This rollercoaster is no fun. It gives me headaches. I'm so done.

The life the love its still there, but it takes two.....  

I know its been said many times before, I cried you lied, we dance again, but life's to short there's no understanding.

This dance is old and no fun.

Another day, gone to slow. Another day, we already know.
 Jun 2015 Cold-Bones
ShamusDeyo
Soft wind off the lake
In the shadow of a tree
Driving Tiny waves to
Lap against the shore
Lull you with the song
Of A Warbler on a Branch

The coolness of the earth
Soothing the Mid Day Heat
As the Sound of Cicadas
Are Hushed by the call of the Loon
All upon a mid day Afternoon

The Sound of Laughter as Red Kites
Dance in the Air among the Clouds
The creak of Swings in full Motion
Lead to Day Dreamed Notions

Coolness sets in as the sun Sinks
A chorus of Tree frogs breaks
The Nights Silence

Shadows shift in the bloom
Of a Midsummers Moon


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