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 Jun 2016 Loveless
raicyd
Once upon a black lined paper,
a deaf girl wrote a poem...
She named it "Speak to me"
Her mute friend glared at her,
It means she hated it.

Once upon a  yellow sticky note,
she wrote a poem...
She named it "Can you see it?"
Her blind friend gave it back,
because she can't read it.

So she read it for her.
Her friend throw a tantrum,
because she will never get to see the world,
She made her upset.

Once upon a torn paper,
her friends wrote a poem...
They named it "Did you hear?"
The deaf girl cried and throw it away,*
*because it mocks her.
Poems can be deadly
 Jun 2016 Loveless
Samantha Faith
I will never stop loving them.
I will always be here as a friend,
but tonight I am giving up on them.
Not even them really, just the idea of waiting.
I have waited long enough.
I am not locking the door, but I am closing it.
I am closing it and walking away.
If they ever choose to knock, I may answer.
To two of the greatest men I have ever loved...
I love you. Stay safe and be well.
To the third, only time will tell.
 Jun 2016 Loveless
Amy I Hughes
Born in a spiders web
So silky and neat
Spreading over her crown
To her tiny, pink feet

A family of spiders
Scuttled and stalked
Weaving their way
Through dust and chalk

As the baby grew
The web threatened to break
But they repaired and spun
Around her like snakes

She was different to them
So innocent and pure
They tried to trap her spirit
With lies, secrets and lures

The child, now a teen
Succumb to their ways
Her truth unspoken
The web's now a maze

She knew no love
No heart or care
Just lies and jealousy
A world of traps and snares

Through the tunnel she shuffled
In front of her stood
A girl just like her
Someone she understood

This girl smiled and unwrapped her
From many years of web
From her bare, mucky feet
To the top of her head

What freedom she felt!
She smiled and laughed
It echoed in bright lights
Through the tunnels and shafts

The spiders squealed in the light
Angry and eight eyes blind
They could no longer contain her
No longer bind

The girls escaped together
Hands held and then she knew
This was all I ever needed
Love from me to you
I have something I love to do
Something that gets me up
Every morning
That I love, that I care for

It brings me life, reminds me why
I smile even when it's hard.
 Jun 2016 Loveless
Annie Oakley
Torn
 Jun 2016 Loveless
Annie Oakley
A conversation with myself mocks me!
I'm my own worst enemy,
a judgemental terrorist...
This I'm afraid even duct tape won't fix,
and that **** could float a boat.
Sometimes, I just crave poetry
I crave writing it
And I crave reading it

Although I may not have any ideas in my head
I’ll get on my computer
And let the ideas flow
Into a poem

Sometimes I’ll look through
The books of poetry I have
And find something that suits my mood
And sometimes I’ll even emulate it

I feel like poetry is a living thing
You can connect with it
And share your feelings
There is so much more to poetry
For me
That is hard to explain
But I’m sure other poet’s understand
What I’m trying to say
 Jun 2016 Loveless
aar505n
We must all feel death.
It does not matter what comes after.

But the moment - that moment real.
Dancing to the Tennessee's Waltz
Don't think about the lost, Scarecrow.
Don't think at all - empty that brain
If you wish to stay sane.

You're darling Dorothy is gone.
You heard the truth in that song
You said:
"I have heard the future.
And all I have left is myself."

What comes after does not matter.
We're going to Oz - and I need my Dorothy
 Jun 2016 Loveless
Stax
Tonight
 Jun 2016 Loveless
Stax
I sit here tonight writing to you,
but I know you'll never see it.
I'm here holding onto everything that we had,
everything that we could be.
I wake in tears as the stars say goodbye,
it reminds me of us and what is gone.
It reminds me of our lost songs.
It reminds me of the memories.
It reminds me of everything we once had,
everything we could be.
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