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 Aug 2018 NC
Steven L Herring
Are any of these movements real,
or are they made up
by people with too much time
on their hands and sold
to other people
with similarly idle minds?  
Trump.  

Antifa.  

Unite the Right.  

Fox News.  

CNN.  

Social media platforms.  

Slogans.  

Peer groups and all
their graphic tees, pins, and hats.  

Support this.  

Down with that.  

What ever happened
to plaid flannel shirts,
blue jeans,
and cords?  

Whatever happened
to waving to someone,
asking them how their day was going,
and talking about the weather?  

Everything leads to
controversy,
gossip,
and politics now.  

Nothing is a secret anymore.  
Nothing is personal.
Nothing is shocking.  
Nothing is sacred.  

Everyone is on a side
and the middle is cracking
and on the edge of breaking.
 Aug 2018 NC
Steven Cole
Some winds that blow
In the sweet summer
you know
Are soft and gentle
Like a kiss
of vibrancy and bliss
Or a breath of life
For my heart and soul
Causing me to feel alive and whole
Exhaled as a mist around my body
Setting my spirit free
Refreshing all my precious memories
Saturating them like the sea
Touching my heart like a firm handshake
Reminding me of who I am meant to be

Free
Released from the prison
Of an anxious and fretful mind
Like an eagle
Soaring and gliding
High into and through
The sky
Living above my worries
Leaving my fears behind
Letting the light from the loving sun
Dispel all darkness
Even when the day is done
 Aug 2018 NC
James Floss
FORGIVENESS
 Aug 2018 NC
James Floss
I know what’s right and
I know what’s wrong
And ponder the in-between

You can answer yes
You can answer no
Or you can say “I don’t know”

Left turn ahead?
Take the next right?
Or steer straight through?

“For me or against me” is
Always false dichotomy
Be true to both me and you
 Aug 2018 NC
Pyre
Lying Thoughts
 Aug 2018 NC
Pyre
I think i've lost my heart
I don't think you understand, What i truly am
But yet here you stand,
Telling me who i am
I can no longer be, what you want from me
What was it you stole from me?

Blooming on my heart,
Losing veins as you take root
As the synapse misfires.
Thoughts that become liars,
Lies that become the truth
Truths are turning on my youth,
Aging into the monster,
But you lean in closer.
Praying on this broken altar,
The gods forget to forgive,
But These shadows keep stealing.
A night that i keep feeding,
Returning to limbo
About every year or so,
To find another light
To burn another bridge
Standing at the ridge
Saying more and feeling less
Still hiding in this mist of nicotine
Clouding my judgements.

You,
You instill the stillness in my heart
And she.
She derives the anger.

Repetitive mistakes,
As the synapses misfires
And my thoughts become liars.
 Aug 2018 NC
Natalie
Deluged
 Aug 2018 NC
Natalie
Her mouth sits agape,
Shallowly wafting stale, dank air.
Each breath drifts down to her lap,
Resting there in a sour cloud.
It reeks of dead fish and swamp mud.
And her middle is drowned in feelings of despair
Which seep sluggishly through the chambers of her heart.
The drunken reflux stains her linen black—
Black as the bottom of some lifeless lake.

She rises from her place at the edge of her bed
Wading through her sorrow—
Through her own viscous thoughts...
She does this
With what little spirit she can muster.

It is the last of what she once possessed.
 Aug 2018 NC
Vani j
Special
 Aug 2018 NC
Vani j
Everything is special
Or nothing is
In its own way
 Aug 2018 NC
Arlene Corwin
One of these sudden thoughts.
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