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 Apr 2014 Ariella
Taru Marcellus
as I ride the J toward the eastern sun
my gears clicking questions at the photogenic view
I wonder
what type of medium was used for this art

if I were to paint the sky...
it would be a kindergarten crayola rendition
yaaa                                                   ­                             
a                                                               ­     
a                                                            
w ­                                                               
w­                                                        
n       ­                                       
i                                          
n                   ­                                 
                      g magenta seeping into the gray horizon

only the blurred lines of youth
could bring color to such places

God must have been a child before it died
 Apr 2014 Ariella
Taru Marcellus
I caught the sun with my hand
and ate it like a blood orange
pulp bursting through my seams
it seems imagination has lost its shine
 Apr 2014 Ariella
Dallas Allen
Oath
 Apr 2014 Ariella
Dallas Allen
Others open up to me,
And let me know their feelings
The one thing i can not do
Hell I can't even tell my own feelings to me
people swear oaths that you can open up and just let you down
 Apr 2014 Ariella
Lua
Wish there were proper ways
Or methods to explain
What I'm trying to say.
It makes me insane,
I cannot convey,
Let alone find phrase.
It leaves me amazed,
Even entertained,
It makes me exclaim:
"It's here I do proclaim
That my heart has a face
And he's too far away."
The power to persuade
With a magnetic gaze,
He is able to state:
"She is the link to my chain,
Without her I'm not the same;
My other half and soulmate."
Love feels... keeps it real...
 Apr 2014 Ariella
Cynthia
No Limits
 Apr 2014 Ariella
Cynthia
We are more than we know, we are strong!
Like the ocean current pulling you
Slowly asking you to follow the sea
In deep waters where many have gone
unable to swim but learning to float

Your mind is on trial
Your limits are your death and survival
Don’t stop you are strong
Cross the ocean and you will find there are no limits
like a mind-your mind-to be found

Once you cross this expanding sea
You will know what awaits
Remember it’s just your own self-esteem
Making you weak.


Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.
 Apr 2014 Ariella
A B Perales
The cruelty and
the lack of compassion
is what captures
my attention.

Ever see a group
of men
laugh a child's
laughter at the
death of another.

The cold capped face
of the reaper in the tower
whose aim is true.
Whose eyes
are always watching.
Always waiting
for a reason to
test his skills.

Pools of blood,
broken bodies that
lay like discarded
rags are ignored
and at times stepped
over like droppings
left by dogs.

Most flit through
life without ever
witnessing
the rage,the brutal
viscous form
of man that has helped
him become the top
predator he is today.

Once you have
lived with
the ******,
fought with the
sinners and been
apart of the hunt
without losing
your sanity
or  your soul.

Everything else is
digested
with less effort.
Accepted alot easier
and ignored with an
unsettling
kind of ease.
 Apr 2014 Ariella
Marly
what's the price of happiness and when is it on sale?
 Apr 2014 Ariella
Marly
I trudged through the snow in the middle of the road to get home today. If you had voicemail on your phone, I'd probably leave never ending messages.
This is a little bit late. Better late than never, though.
 Apr 2014 Ariella
Marly
the thing is,
i don't know what i'm doing;
i don't know who i am;
i don't know why you came back;
and i don't why i let you.
i'm done with this, now
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