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 Apr 2014 Ann Voge
jeffrey robin
O o O
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Bridge sways
How can there be any dreams here?
The old tree is dead

Can you walk with me awhile?
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Lynched man hangs there
I remember soft ******* true
The utter foolishness

That anybody knew god
That the land was blessed

We shall walk together awhile
We shall cut the lynched man down
Bury him by the old dead tree

We'll cross the bridge no matter that it sways

We are done with fear that's all we know

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Love is an awesome Power
A  special gift given to the wise
You cannot love with cloven eyes
With an empty heart or mind
prices for car insurance and registration are too dear
when we part with our dollars we cry an odd tear
there is little or nothing we can do about the rising costs
they make on our finances such outlandish imposts

seemingly our money supply is dwindling away
as all we ever do is fork out dollar after dollar to pay
the days of owning a care shall come to an end
we've not enough money to handle this friend

those of us who rely on a car in the countryside
are not getting a good insurance or registration ride
horse and cart transport we'll have to rejuvenate
as the cost of keeping a car on the road does exasperate

to-day at the motor registry they'll be a lot like me
who'll be miffed with the ever increasing fees
we'll have a grumble and a bit of a whinging session
about how these costs can leave our wallets in recession
Spaceman with galaxies tied to fingertips

Like a puppet you make the universe dance

You are their creator with strings of umbilical cords

Freckles scattered on your nose were the original constellations

Pensive eyes, the first stars and each blink causes galactic explosions

Astronomers were unable to properly trace origins but I did the moment you entered my orbit
draft written on back of coffee shop napkin
Im gone
Drifted away
So far down
I cant be saved

My innocence is torn
I cant go back
I must move foward
And forget the past

It haunts me day and night
Reminding me of what I've done
It lurks above my shoulders
Ripping me apart piece by piece

Its lies behind me
But has the power of my future
They will always be here
They're carved in stone

      -Maddie
 Apr 2014 Ann Voge
shåi
the mirror
divides where
the partition begins
between broken and free

i touch the glass
it imitates me
copies my every move
i must be confused

i touch the glass again
it still imitates me
showing the contour lines
of my every ****** expression
but then its gone
i must be very confused

i look hard into the glass
i see my face
i look harder
but this time its different

i first see my flaws
my imperfect perfections
what makes me whole
why should i look like a brainless doll?

i look harder once more
into the glass
and i see something
far more different

i see the girl
with the piercing
dark grey eyes
who has everything in
her life just sorted out

but then i see
the girl
with dark black
holes in her sockets
instead of eyes

this girl has
many marks on her body
signifying how many times
she has been hurting

i see a marking
on her forehead
it says LOST
it then begins to
cut a wound
into her scull

i try to forget
all these disturbing images
i have seen in this mirror
forgive and forget

hasn't it always been about forgiving and forgetting?

i'm not sure i want to forget anymore.

i want to remember.

i turn back
and look at the girl
with the deep dark eyes
i then see her mouth move

who are you?

(b.d.s.)
suggestions are always appreciated! :)
btw the title is is the word reflection backwards

chapter 1 of the reflection writing prompt.. chapter 2: Spiritual Death is out now
 Apr 2014 Ann Voge
Jessica Leigh
Drops of rain
Are still hitting
My face

They are the closest
Thing I have
To tears

I've been waiting
For Heaven
To open
The floodgates
And save me
From the sin
I'm drowning in

But I've come
To realize
That it the flood
That needs to take
Over my
Broken heart
Will never
Be powerful
Enough to live
An eternity

The dams will
Break and I
Will find myself
Building them
Back with a stronger
Concrete if
The past proves
To any constilation

So no more
Floods and no
More drizzles

I need down
Pours of Your
Love and grace
That will continue
Until my
Never dying heart
Stops beating

I've always loved
The rain too much
To stop it
From covering me
 Apr 2014 Ann Voge
ama
The Way
 Apr 2014 Ann Voge
ama
The way your smell lingers in my nostrils
The way you playfully grab my sides
The way you brush your soft hands against mine
The way you pick me up off my feet
The way you look at me
The way you talk
The way you walk
The way you simply exist
Makes my heart do a twist
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