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 Nov 2014 Anna
LN
Four Seasons
 Nov 2014 Anna
LN
I come in seasons with
a heart of summer
a soul like spring
but find me falling every night
succumbing to the curse that is winter.
 Sep 2014 Anna
Louise Glück
Look, a butterfly. Did you make a wish?

You don't wish on butterflies.

You do so. Did you make one?

Yes.

It doesn't count.
 Aug 2014 Anna
Frederik B
I'd rather live in my dream, than facing your reality

*(f.b)
It's more of a quote than a poem.. First and last time I'll be doing this in english.
 Aug 2014 Anna
L
You don't have to read what I write, dear friend.
Whether it be about religious beliefs or mental illness or physical love,
a poet writes about what they feel...
Sometimes, those writings can get very personal.
But who are you to tell a poet "No, you can't write about that"?

**
Leigh
 Aug 2014 Anna
Frances
Silence
 Aug 2014 Anna
Frances
Deafening
        
                 Cracks of

s i l e n c e
     Shoot across my brain
all     at     once
I register
                    The pain
Of a world without the sound of your


**name
 Aug 2014 Anna
r
Clickety-clack
 Aug 2014 Anna
r
Out my window
the same world
different day, day after day

I want to grab my bolt bag
tie a red bandana
around my sweet mutt's neck
hop a train, act sane
for a change

Georgia's down the tracks a spell
and Birmingham's half-way to hell
New Orleans in September
sounds pretty good

Woof and me
living free
no cares to carry on our backs
singing clickety-clack, clickety-clack.

r ~ 8/13/14
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 Aug 2014 Anna
r
Stolid
 Aug 2014 Anna
r
stoic, solid
stolid and bolder
made colder the soldier-
death's hand on his shoulder
and eyes the color
of green flies.

r ~ 8/19/14
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 Aug 2014 Anna
Josh Bass
Totem
 Aug 2014 Anna
Josh Bass
Day 1
Laying on my stoop
Wings fully spanned
Gray and Brown flecked fur
So still
Do bats bask?
In the morning it is gone
Carried off I assume
Nature has it's way

Day 2
It is back
The bat
In the same spot on my stoop
Wings pulled in it's breathing so fast
It's French Bulldog face sits up to take me in
I don't want it to suffer
Up it springs
Flapping it's wings hovering inches from my face
Eye contact before it flys away

Day 3
He doesn't visit everyone
You must respect the bat
Changes will be made
 Aug 2014 Anna
rufus
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 Aug 2014 Anna
rufus
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there is something so frustrating about not writing after feeling.
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