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 Aug 2017 Madeon
Jellyfish
Fears
 Aug 2017 Madeon
Jellyfish
I love reading your books
but cannot anymore.
I burst into tears
each time I open that door,
the one that leads into
the library of your heart.
 Aug 2017 Madeon
Maria Etre
I fear the day
my heart fails
to crack my ribs
with the
earthquake
that shakes
all the way to my skin,
in the form of goosebumps
I fear the day
it forgets
to recognize
the heat of that flame
 Aug 2017 Madeon
Star BG
There is often a story
behind the breath.  
The exhale
that moves
over tongues membrane.
The voice that
gives wings to words.

The saga meanders
in ears if you listen.

Sometimes,
the story is light
bringing smile to face.

Other times it's heavy
with truth that burns like fire
needing extinguishing.
.
Good Memories
expand to gather
in scrap books of mind.

Bad memories grow like vines
soficating heart
when pains not replaced
with forgiveness.

It's all part of the journey.
A journey
where stories
get embedded
and perhaps altered
inside a wandering soul.
It started with word stories
 Aug 2017 Madeon
Richard
Lie
 Aug 2017 Madeon
Richard
Lie
It seems impossible to lie,
in the dark night,
in the silent room.
There is no distraction for my mind,
there is nothing to stop me from thinking.
The moment before I go to sleep,
the moment is the cage,
thinking about all of it.
What I used to have,
what I have.
All of you can imagine is a bit,
but suffering is a not just a bit you see,
the torture made on me every night,
it's just gargantuan.
sorry
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