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In prisms of light
Different colours of truth
Rainbow perfections
he was something of a mystery

like the ending of an unfinished book ,he had an ominous look
he was etched in my mind for days
like a scab on the pigment of my skin
i go back to the place where i tucked the thought of him ,in the corner of my mind .
sometimes i wake it up just to smile
other times i watch as it sleeps in the dark away from my other thought

i leave it to be
I'm so so scared
I'm so so afraid
I'm scared of failing
I'm scared of losing the ones I love
I'm scared of dying
I'm scared of being left behind
I'm scared of my knife
I'm scared of my life
But I'm terrified of myself
Of my mind
Of what happens when I listen to my voices
Of what happens when I'm left alone
Of what happens when I can't control my mind
Or my body
Or when I have a fit
Just what I'm scared of. No one really knows (including me) what happens when I have fits. I don't remember what I do or say and I can't think clearly. It's so scary
the October wind whistles through me, reminding me of the many holes that have formed. I'm a chandelier of hair and bones.
As perfect as a child's drawing,
a snowy mountain framed by
equally sloping, emerald foothills.

Only six chalets,
and soft-eyed cows meander,
their hand-hammered bells
the only sound.

It is early evening,
and a young family visits
the alpine botanical garden
in the center of the valley.

As the light fades,
the father crouches down
to photograph the hidden
worlds of these tiny flowers.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
With my teeth gritted against my grandfather's wrist watch
                            I put the dope in my veins
      The ideas it contains
Make me numb for a while
    So numb I don't realize the metal twist and snap between my jaws
Okay, no, I do not do any kind of hard drug, the dope is a metaphor for poetry itself. The watch both time and heritage.
 Oct 2015 beth eve
Ashley Nicole
I poured salt at the doorways of my mind
In attempts to keep the demons out
Trying to be a lot more optimistic lately. So far my mood has definitely improved.
 Oct 2015 beth eve
Kripi
From the nation of Greece
With a message of peace
I met a guy
Named  Elisavetio

He makes paintings
With the art in his eyes
And give writings
With the grace in his thoughts

He calls me sis
It's a lovely bliss


With all his pains
He lives courageously
But an accident happens
He gets head injury

I wish I was there
To take his care
But for now
I can do only prayer

Like all pains
It will also have gone
Dear
  
Elisavetio
You are not alone

We are here
To pray for you
And you will be back
I have faith in you


Get well soon
The artist of Greece
You are having
The world's blessings


( Get Well Soon Bhaai )
A fellow poet Elisavetio is in a serious condition. He had an accident 4 days ago and having a brain injury...
He needs our blessings ...please pray for him
 Oct 2015 beth eve
Onoma
As two palmfuls
of water hit
the face, and
hands run
down it...you're
already here.
Even before I
open my eyes,
more sober than
the soberest
reality.
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