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 Aug 2018 Orange Rose
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Aug 2018 Orange Rose
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
 Aug 2018 Orange Rose
Cné
A Rose
 Aug 2018 Orange Rose
Cné
Who would think a rose so sweet
Would dry and crumble at the feet
And blooms that scent the night and day
Would steal a heart, then fade away

With petals soft and fondly red
Sweet essence fills an addled head
Then turns to dust before the eyes
Leaving naught, but sad surprise

Who would think such thorny vine
Could lift a blossom as divine
And by the stem on which it stands
Could so wrong an offered hand

Such strength and beauty is rarely true
A blessing owned by very few
As 'neath the soil, in winters keep
There sleeps a rose to tear a cheek

Who would think that perfect bloom
Could be a bane, a curse of doom
So fine a sight, yet in disguise
A rose to ***** and blind the eyes
 Aug 2018 Orange Rose
Haddy Jobe
Born again in a bent and broken world and still
I keep feeling the same...
Pain after pain, slowly pulsing, tightly curled...
Old days I'm re-living...pressure and confusion...
Always begging to be forgiven...all the time fear and every minute stress...
Jumbles, stumbles...a catastrophical mess
Surface broken and a million faults on my core
I'm sorry...I cannot live anymore
 Jul 2018 Orange Rose
Traveler
The moon laments in drones of silence
As tides raise-churning waves of violence
The mountains crest the surface of the sea
Now the earth is free to breathe

Can you see her now, oh Universe
Can you see your daughter giving birth
The formation of stars in her youthful eyes
She dreams of life that can never die

Primordial spirits, archaic stew
Volcanic rapture, lands of new
Frozen tundra of ancient ice
Her organic recipe sustains life

Eukaryotas thrive in a muck of wonder
Upon themselves they feed and plunder
Reptilian brain stems to limbic systems
Complex neocortex to indecision

Now she cries out to the universe
   I am tired and now I am cursed
Still the moon tugs upon her tides
   As we dance into eternal night...
Traveler Tim
Eukaryotas, a single cell organism that scientist theorize
life evolved from.
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A feather from the Whippoorwill
That everlasting—sings!
Whose galleries—are Sunrise—
Whose Opera—the Springs—
Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
Of mellow—murmuring thread—
Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt
In “Recess”—Overhead!
 Mar 2018 Orange Rose
J
They warned you that your blood would boil and your fingers would burn,
but still you reached for their light like a drowning man at the bottom of a well,
and tried to swallow them whole.
I remember that sparkling night,
when we watched a comet fall like a tear drop pulling open the sky,
and I asked you what you wished for,
even though I already knew the answer

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