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 Dec 2019 Allison
Pagan Paul
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To whom it may concern.
To anyone who remembers me.
I bet you thought I was dead,
hidden in this house of lunacy.

You had me brought here,
so this letter to you I pen.
This place is cold and sterile,
I can't wait to be free again.

Was it for my own safety?
Or was it to safeguard yours?
I cannot recall the problem now,
my mind is stuck on pause.

They fill me up with pills,
keep my head in narcotic haze.
I have a soft and secure room
to smile away the days.

It will be good to see your faces
when they finally let me home.
I wish one of you would write,
or call me on the telephone.

Why do you never come and visit
The Moontouched man so mad?
I'm sorry you saw my melt-down,
sorry it made You feel that bad?

I hope you will read this letter,
the pen and paper I had to borrow.
But the drugs are starting to work,
I'm so drowsy now...
          ... I'll finish this tomorrow...


© Pagan Paul (2017/18)
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 Dec 2019 Allison
Lynne Podrat
Full Circle

My mother died this morning,
Grandmother, great-grandmother
We knew, possible, but still unexpected.
Fortunately, my children were with me,
sharing, serenity in the mountains of Vail
Grandchildren make things better,
Hugging, laughing, being silly to bring smiles.
Then we head home, in darkness, flying Red Eye
Leaving the mountains for Florida
To land, splash of sunrise, a new day.
Each two adults seated with one child.
Even through sadness, I smile, looking
At three generations, grandparents, parents, grandchildren,
Remembering my daughter, six, son, fifteen.
Flying from Philadelphia to Florida on vacation,
With grandparents, her first flight to Disneyworld.
Two adults seated with one child,
Three generations, grandparents, parents, grandchildren.
 Dec 2019 Allison
Noni Winters
Plastic is my smile
As fake as your affection
I am insincere
So I can pretend to feel loved

Nothing you feel is real
Void is your heart
Shallow is your soul
I manipulate your emotions

Beauty is gone
Manufactured by society
Like sheep, you are blind in fear
To feel anything sincere

Emulating desire
So I can feel full
I only want to be wanted
Desperate for connection
 Dec 2019 Allison
Grace Conde
I exist
on the border
between Reality,
and the Imaginary.

I breathe in belligerent Black,
and Withering whites.
I am incapable of grays,
a gradient of gruesome Grief.

I dance on the Border,
exhaling exuberant fragility,
my border is made of glass.

And I rise from the ashes,
a Byproduct of the
bridges I've burned.
Craving soothing touch,
Yet silently seeking
Incriminating Isolation,
Addicted to my own destruction.

A shattered soul dutifully
Dances on the Border,
Held captive by her sins.
Trapped between Good
and Bad. Happiness
and Heartbreak. Lost
and Found. Death
and Resurrection.

Born on the Border, a
Simple Figment of
Immoral Imagination.
 Dec 2019 Allison
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
The mad November rain
As dizzy as the days ahead of us
How can we confess to nothing
And own our mistrust of the morning
Our comfort is our coffee
Forecasting tomorrow’s meridians
We are abbreviated dictionaries
Silenced before the skies
Of never-ending opinions
We are the unstrung troubadour
Mourning all his categories
Lies are told endlessly
Begging questions and memories
More often than is really necessary
 Nov 2019 Allison
Samantha Cunha
Toxicity burns
into daydreams
running wild
in sunflower
fields
with
nomadic fiends
a tribe of lone wolves
hearts of gold
seeking the road
less travelled
a clock ticks
for it's time
to be bold
Unearthly hours
Cool breeze makes it beautiful
Green leaves glow and softly shine
Under the streetlight fluorescent white
Grey clouds and the crescent moon
Hum along with the tender leaves
They shimmer and shine, bend and sway gracefully in every way
Shadows on the pavement and the white plastered walls as the leaves softly dance
A beauty in the dark
 Nov 2019 Allison
Pagan Paul
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I thought of you the other day,
saw your face and kindly laughed.
Remembering how we used to play,
and cried at the times now passed.

The clock ticks, and tocks.
But strangely with no sound.
There is a timely silence,
now that you are not around.
My heart aches and cries,
but strangely without a tear.
There is a brutal loneliness,
now that you are not here.

Do you ever think of me,
see my face and kindly smile?
Lose yourself in my memory,
and linger on the thought awhile?



© Pagan Paul (2016)
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 Nov 2019 Allison
Pagan Paul
Chance
is being in the right place
at the right time,
coinciding with the orbit
of another searching
the aspirations that you to seek.
A connection needs attention,
a compliment, a smile,
an enquiry of mutual interest
that engages instantly.
The abdication of convenient norms,
a shift in behaviour,
adopting a new travel direction.
It requires no discrimination,
but an open welcoming mind,
conjoining parallel convergence,
Meeting.


© Pagan Paul (2018)
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