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 May 2017 Spectre
Nathan Porter
You say in a new way
Every new day
How you love me

Proving
In a new way
Every new day
That I love you

Showing
In a great way
It’s a great day
And I love you

Glowing
I love your face
All your great ways
These are great days
 May 2017 Spectre
Danielle Petrin
Every moment, concentration,
every breath is dignity
Shaping,
  Molding,
    Moving,
      Flying.
Life is folding little creases
til a newborn crane is formed.
Flying,
  Floating,
    Falling,
      Dying.
Like a thousand paper cranes
Someday, I will find
My favorite version of myself.
You saw my message
But didn't reply
you ignored me,
please tell me why.

I approached you as a stranger,
Wanna be your friend
But your ignorance
Brought all that to an end

I wrote a poem for you
Just to make you smile
But you didn't even notice
Even once for a while

Is that your ego
Who's not letting you to be open
Or its your attitude
To make me feel broken

So answer me now
Why was i ignored
Do you think its your friendship
which i cannot afford?
 Apr 2017 Spectre
Dark Delusion
Turn the volume up.
Let it wash your mind away.
Just listen.
Change yourself.

Prepare your world.
Let time and imagination collide.
Watch it fall, watch it crumble.
Pray, and pray for something improbable.

Close your eyes, sleep.
Feel the drug kick in.
Hitting you harder.
Making you insane.

Taking a step towards nothing.
Look behind without emotion.
Wait.
The truth is far away.

Hold your own hand.
Stop thinking.
Say his words.
And make them happen.

Stay alone, stay forever here.
No escape, no rescues.
No one cares.
You won’t even care.

Hands choking you.
You hold your breath anyway.
The air is poisonous around him.
He wants control.

You never struggled.
You believed in fate.
You’re hopeless.
Useless.

Make your own history.
Tell them about your life.
Your suffering.
Your time in hell.

*And show them how you escaped a fate of only death.
 Apr 2017 Spectre
Pagan Paul
The Room of Dancing Shadows,
undulating across the wall,
like ****** Persian ballerinas,
making no sound at all.
Reaching, retreating, a mosaic form,
eternally shifting the dark shade.
Pictures of no light in a flux,
remain fragmented, cold, unmade.
Hypnotising, random shapes in black,
swim serenely, start to slide.
The Room of Dancing Shadows
holds its fear deep, deep inside.


© Pagan Paul (03/10/16)
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 Apr 2017 Spectre
Prathipa Nair
Are they twinkling stars in the sky
Or fireflies above the blue lake
Or a blue Christmas tree
A poetess heart is a canvas
Painting colourful pictures
Of her own beautiful creations
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