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If I disappeared
Who would it matter to?
Surely not you  
Brought it hard as I could
I thought I did real good
It’s an acceptable failure
For me
At least
The way I see
  Mar 4 Traveler
Clay Micallef
I saw her again today
in that old jazz club
on the corner
the sun was spilling
in like honey
her legs crossed within
the golden light
her scarf was like a
lonely flower blooming
red in a graveyard
she was writing a letter
or a poem or just
playing around
with words
she was sipping
white wine
her smile was
hidden like a secret
she tied back her hair
her eyes caught me staring
they were beautifully sad
overflowing with a
thousand questions
I stood there
too dumb to answer …
Clay.M
  Mar 4 Traveler
Coleen Mzarriz
There she was
Walking in the light
Disguised as an angel
Near the lake
Of shining waters
While her hair
Smells like an old flower
In the moonlight

There she was
Peeking through your dreams
While you close your eyes
In her lullabies

There she was
Singing in the light
Like an ocean's roar
In the night

Close your eyes
She's now leaving
In the quiet sound
Of the night

Close your eyes
She's an angel in disguise.
It was a poem first, before I turned into a song.
  Mar 4 Traveler
Annie
It begins with a tragic sigh
A sudden cool breeze
Tortuous cold fog
Leaving you unable to see

After a while, you stare at the broken pieces
Your shadow shattered on the floor
Tears falling one by one
You wait for someone to knock at the door

Days pass by, while you sit and rot
Too scared to open your eyes
You keep the curtains closed
You question, “Time flies?”

But then on a very subtle day
You shake your head and get up
It starts with taking a deep breath
Feeling that air in your body, down your lungs

You walk to the kitchen, slow and steady
And make some coffee for yourself
Still confused but something lights up inside you
You pick up and read the book buried on the shelf

It seems like you have to start from the beginning
Back from when you were just a kid
Pushed into this cruel world to “live”
Your whole life looks like a dark pyramid

You no longer wait for that knock
You stop longing for that one hug
You give up on the idea of being “saved”
So you ponder and let it go with a soft shrug

Whatever meant the most to you
Sounds like a stupid idea now
All that grief you were holding within
Seems like a television picture or a show
And this is how you know
This is the art of letting go
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