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it doesn't matter
how many times I fall,
or how many times I bleed
telling me not to love again?
never

for as long as it is not dead
but just broken,
this heart will always
Swim the oceans of love

the smell of roses
the bliss of touching skin
with the moon still young

for trust is but a risk
It must take

to find happiness
 Apr 2017 Tony Luna
Ben At93
Darling, I am alone,
Not lonely,
I chose to stay home,
And enjoy my own company,

I like the way it is,
And how it feels,
To have no strings,
Nor someone waiting for me,

I like to tune in whatever I like,
Without a worry of an extra pair of eyes,
Cook, drink and smoke,
And never worry of my heart ever being torn,

Darling, I chose to be free,
Because love always seems like a cage to me,
Talk to him but not that one,
Watch carefully for my tongue and lines,

I hate to disappoint,
Because I'm a mess in my head,
So instead of being pain to someone else,
I'd rather lay alone on my bed,

Darling, I understand what you say,
But life to me had always gone a different way,
So I'd rather have a million who won't be just for me,
Than someone absent when I need her there, to be,
 Apr 2017 Tony Luna
Yasmine
writing
 Apr 2017 Tony Luna
Yasmine
through words,
I heal my wounds
by completely exposing them
 Apr 2017 Tony Luna
Kelly Rose
She is moonbeams
And dappled sunlight
Renewal and
New beginnings
Gracing the land
With fragrant blossoms
Buzzing bees
And dandelion flurries
As children play
In Spring’s garden
Blowing happy bubbles
And laughter floats
Touching the heart and soul
She is Mistress of Spring

Kelly Rose
© April 1, 2017
sea, strange
ghost of
ghostly iron,

blue star of
sea-song,

love in your
song of ghosts,
in your ghostly
irons,

clouds darker
than the sea's
stark iron, their
ghosts the sweet
breathed mist,
their ghosts
the ghostly iron,

the sea, crashing
wild and iron-like,
the tide's ghost
also iron,

wind, wild and
high like a cindery
bird, caught in
the irons of the day,
metal star of the breezes.

light,
sense of shelter,
ghost of grey
smouldering,
little sky of
iron, heart-beat
like a ghost,
heart-beat singing
of love.
 Apr 2017 Tony Luna
Ashly Kocher
I keep getting pulled in many directions, I don't know what to do or say but right now I take it day by day
Everyone's emotions are running wild, but in this equation is a little child
A mother two daughters and a husband of course
have lost so much but I keep beating a dead horse
Many people are so generous and nice
But some people are greedy and don't think about the price
The price of ruining your family and turning your backs, open your eyes and come face to face with the facts
Things were lost but it wasn't just you
Yes it was 42 years but they lost everything too
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