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 Feb 2015 Micheal Wolf
Hayleigh
The will to live
is a gift none
can give.
 Feb 2015 Micheal Wolf
Holly W
I kinda wish you'd give me a shove
slap me in the face, or direction,
metaphorically.
Then at least when I trudged down the sidewalk I would be dignified
Bruised but not scarred I could cry you out
But here I am
Caught in limbo with long nights and short chats
 Oct 2014 Micheal Wolf
Tara Marie
The breath of autumn dawns
upon the stagnant, sullen ground.
Quaking oh so suddenly,
and spreading whispers round.
The scent of every color
changing tone to tone.
and falling, effervescently
beneath the moon's stark bones.
The silent metamorphosis
creeps from grass to tree,
not accursed or tantalized,
but ever now so free.
They're playing tag with color,
and shedding summer shade,
caressing grass with remnants
of winded leaves as graves.
Now, as the sun decides to set,
and beckon warmth awry.
A streak of color lights the earth,
and collapses in the sky.
 Aug 2014 Micheal Wolf
Peashoot
It cuts, tears, rips & devides you
slow or fast it is brutal with intent,
it creeps and crawls through each and every vessel
its vigour can demolish the thickest of walls
disabling vitality, slowly stealing your mind &
quashing your pride killing you inside

friends & lovers, hands tied
meekly sit sadly at your side
caught in the virus of its breath
succumb, our worlds universally fractured forever
as death envelopes you, my love like an unstoppable tide.

my tears fall, I am shell
..... with an empty soul
lost and left stranded to mourn alone
I yearn to die as I sit and cry
this cruel sickness steals all
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