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Today, I woke up with voices in my head.
"I'm scared" one of them says,
Another voice replies, "Shut up! we're all scared".
I hear other voices calling for help too.
They lead me on.

I hear myself asking them why I could hear them,
Why can I hear the other voices in the background?
What are you scared of?
Oh! no
What's wrong with the demoiselle?

Dead silence!!!
She looks hungry!
You all need to get her some food,
I hear a stern voice snap back at me  
"Look around,does it look like we've eaten for weeks?"

Then I really see them,
They all look tired and hungry,
I say to the demoiselle
"Here darling take this apple,
'twill make you feel better."

Timidly she stretches forth her hand
And takes the apple from my hand
And takes a bite...
I wrap my coat round her.
They all start talking again.  

They tell me that she holds the key to their future.
She is with child,
And that child would save us from him.
From whom?
Who is he gonna save you from?

They fear to call his name.
Him, that's what all they say.
They direct me to an old voice.
"He is a wise voice,
Talk to him.""

Sadly,my conversation with the old voice was rather short,
I had a lot of questions,
But I could only bring myself to asking one question
"Why?", I say to him.
Smiling in a rather amused way, he says "Why not?"

... I knew then that they'd be fine.
 Aug 2015 Jason
Emily
Beaten path
 Aug 2015 Jason
Emily
I hated the smell, yet I inhaled it willingly.
It stuck to me like tar, yet I touched it voluntarily.
I'm the epitome of a beaten path.
I was once impenetrable, I was once  indestructible.
Now trapped in a paradox. An endless abyss of nothing.
I'm the epitome of a beaten path.
I couldn't find big enough words to make you love me.
I didn't know how to phrase what I feel, I'm not a human dictionary.
I'm the epitome of a beaten path.
You walked my beaten path, you said you'd heal the pain.
I should  have known you'd make it worse, not make it go away.
I'm the epitome of a beaten path.
You walk it every day.
 Aug 2015 Jason
Emily
Untitled
 Aug 2015 Jason
Emily
Sudden gasps.
Deep breaths for air.
A question.
Do they really care?

The thump.
Hammering in my chest.
A question.
Who knows of me best?

A shine.
Glistening in my eye.
A question.
Can they make me cry?

A smile.
Widening on my face.
A question.
Is it out of place?

A question.
Should I dare ask?
The happiness.
Was it a mask?

Everything,
Stopping
Gasping
Thumping
Shining
Smiling

A stop.
Preventing me of breath.
A question,
 Aug 2015 Jason
JDK
I swear I'm on to you;
your subtle way of flirting with every single thing you do.

I'm not into it.

And maybe you're just sick -
infected with an early development problem that's grown into a nasty habit.

Whatever the case may be,
it's become a source of contention.
Lately, I've been thinking -
you're just some ***** who craves attention.
With this phrase always in the back of my head:
"Says the girl who has a boyfriend . . . "
 Aug 2015 Jason
Cate
recompense
 Aug 2015 Jason
Cate
It's either too slippery
or too slurred
vision always obscured
when speech can't reach
the right intonation.

It's a gradual gravitation
away from the status quo
that turns stale again
the further you go.
I've never been one to take things slow

no,
never been patient
just defending against
the negativity and
a bitter sensation of defeat.
ah, just a statistic
for my generation.

what a marvelous time to be alive
and wasting away while
you crave something more
than the plague
of lazy days
that keep you flat on your back
in malaise
and die at fourty-five
from being fat
and smoking one pack-a-day
too many.

The truth is heavy
and I guarantee
once we look back on sedintary lives
we'll realize
it is our own
lackluster shells
we despise.

C.e.M. July 15, 2015
 Aug 2015 Jason
Will of Alexander
Nothing is more than you imagine,

For truth is everything.

Nothing is more than she says,

For silence is the answer.

Nothing is more than she appears,

For black is her pigment.

Nothing is more than she seems,

For who are you to judge.
 Aug 2015 Jason
Will of Alexander
I never understood the color hazel
Until I looked into his eyes
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