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 May 2013 Steffanie
Nick Durbin
I am lost,
Only to be complete in my brokenness...
An imagination left to its fragments -
Almost methodically widdled down to dust,
My body left mindless,
My soul in shambles -
I am empty.

An uninhabited cup waiting to be filled,
A blank canvas needing paint -

Who am I to wander this world?
Who am I to love someone?
Who am I to exist?
Conformed from conversations, and endless thoughts during the morning hours.
 May 2013 Steffanie
Angel Moore
I found my way back
back, to that place I go to
When I cry
When I sleep
When I die
High in the atmosphere
into worlds.
I have my own hide away
no one can find me.
I've watched the universe
spin slowly.
Change from dark to light,
night to day,
night to day.
I've seen caves and creatures
roam the planet.
Lush green trees
ripped from their homes.
Giant animals
fall to the ground.
I've called upon the archangels for protection
from the darkness that has covered the earth.
I've fallen out of my hiding place
and landed in the darkest of nights.
Sun that seems too bright.
Nights that seem too long.
Haunted by words that will
never
never
ever
fade.
But yet, I've always return
to my spot in the sky,
to watch the evolutions,
revelations, the nightmares
and the miracles.
I've watched our
Mother
Father
God
destroy and rebuild.
Destroy and rebuild.
I've seen the most beautiful things.
Even the city lights
look like fireflies illuminating the planet
from here.
I've found beauty in everything.
Every word.
Every taste, smell, touch.
Every third eyed sensation.
I am not omnipresent.
Only...
present.
I glow a soft shade of purples and blues.
Indigos.
All shades, with a white crown upon my head
pouring out the purest of white lights.
My head tilts back as I pray for salvation on earth.
Peace among men.
An awakening.
The earth glitters with hope.
I sit and wonder as I mindlessly play
with the token around my neck.
A ring for prayer.
A reminder of greatness.
I gently allow myself to fall,
sink slowly through the atmosphere
like I am drowning during a sunset.
Tragic, yet beautiful.
Again, down, down.
My wings know not to save me.
 May 2013 Steffanie
Robert G Page
by
rgpage

bundled in your favorite rags
protected from the world to see,
as cautious as a newborn now,
i carry you to your rest to be.

my thoughts drift back to happier times
you filled our lives w/ joy.
i fight back tears of sorrow now,
my strength a weakened ploy.

you slipped away in quiet sleep
as peaceful as your air.
your loving nature’s replaced with now,
death’s lonely tranquil stare.

a large piece of our hearts' you took,
when since you slipped away.
at pictures now we can only look
at a happier time, in a happier day.

we’ll see you in some future time  
when the Good Lord calls us home,
across the rainbow bridge you’ll run
happy, well and whole….
It feels like your hand at the small of my back
Warm and smooth
Feels like hurry
Feels like warmth curling rolling up my the skin of my belly
Like the thousand little worrys are gone
And I'm with you.

Feels like I don't care even what you think
Mountains of want and nothing else

Feels like my fingertips on your eyelids
Closed and wet
Your eyebrows, sable and warm
Slick oily skin, under your cheek bones
Your mouth, your lips my fingertips inside
Reach
Toes hard, pechos curled
Spoonerisms

Memories of time spent with you
in our imaginations mix with life.

You wanted to teach me
what the word prosaic means.

No dictionary in the world comes close.

Your hands on my neck.
Your flush of anger, as I tense
and relax at your touch.
Slower you go,
feeling my desire for you
spike as fear flees
and I suffuse with Trust.

You're amused and distracted by it
I am challenged to keep your attention
where it belongs.
My hands on your shoulders
Rushing to forget who did what.
The world around us roaring whirlygig
at our own callous amusement.
Asked and answered.
Some friends will never understand
people never can
what you see
is impossible to them

even to the closest friends
what we all see is indifferent
why cant we all just respect it
and not let whats different affect it

I wish people would see what i see
then things would be
a beautiful rainbow of clouds in the sea
like a abstract painting

with tons of colorful fishys
flowing with the current
no one going against it
opening paths that were once forbidden

we can all be accepted
free to be
without judgement here in the sea
adventures for everyone
for all those beautiful beings

a true journey  
with leaves that fall
to let us know
our time is short and sometimes cold
but we have each other to keep warm

forgetting the sun
we have warmth from within
a soul with a smile
that can warm it all

its like im looking through eyes
that are watching something bizarre
a fairy tale world out there
large plants that touch the clouds making my toes curl

color everywhere like a cone of ice cream swirls
with a light that lights it up just for us to make it flavorsome
bugs light up the the sky near when i see myself in the stars, i stare
in awe i notice bugs on the ground near that scare

we are fairys
living in a abstract mystical world
wings are clipped
but i guarantee i will still fly

life is to short for us.
And this.
To be acting like someone don't belong.
we live in a world where everything is different
from who we are to what we do

we live in a world where we really don't even know who we are
or why we are
its such afar
luckily im here for it all

its a gift to me here in the bizarre
 May 2013 Steffanie
Tyler Brooks
If hell is engulfed in fire
as bright as the sun,
And heaven is lit
by a divine light,
Then I shall die with sunglasses.
 Mar 2013 Steffanie
James Ellis
The way life humbles
us down is incredible.
Recall all the people you encountered
today if you are having trouble...
 Mar 2013 Steffanie
Timothy Brown
I see your humanity.
A new understanding
of why you chose insanity,
willingly.
You knew what you were becoming.
However what you were protecting;
more importantly,
what she was representing,
was worth repressing
your mind.

Its a shame
your too insane
to remember you changed
*the world.
Written after a new understanding of The Ice King. I may start a new series based on Adventure Time characters.
© March 25th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
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