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 Jan 2018 grace
Samantha
...and I cut them in

a 4 by 4 grid, just the

way God intended.
I made brownies.
 Jan 2018 grace
Dark Delusion
Doctor, oh doctor.
Please help her remember.

Help her.
Help her.
Help me.

Get her out of the fog.
Lead her the right way.

Wake up.
Wake up.
Don’t sleep.

The abuses behind my back.
The darkness swallows her.

Don’t go.
Don’t go.
Come back.

                                   Doctor, oh doctor.
Would you please do something.

So lifeless.
So lifeless.
So dead.

She’s disappearing.
Her memories’ slowly fading.

Get it.
Get it.
Give it.

Give her the antidote.
She’s so toxic.

Always remember.
Always remember.
Never forget.

She was my medicine.
But now she’s expired.

Amnesia.
Amnesia.
Remember me.

She’s my drug.
She made me an addict.

Take it.
Take it.
Devour it.

Once you take a taste,
You can never forget.
 Jan 2018 grace
Angela Rose
I’ve wrote about you for years and years
And you still have yet to notice
My words are plastered all over the Internet
My heart is poured out for the world to see
I wish my heartbreak wasn’t on the Internet
Because it’s been seven years, it’s time to let it go
 Jan 2018 grace
Mike Hauser
How long will it take these tears to dry
Before it's safe to go back outside
And of these puddles at our feet
Salty tears make salty seas

How long can we play this charade
Before we give ourselves away
And if we had a chance to guess
Would we care more or less

How long before we need a bigger boat
To try and keep this all afloat
If we had two of everything
Would it make a difference in the end

How long will it take these tears to understand
And are tears ever really planned  
Can we find strength in defeat
Splashing puddles in the street

How long will it take these tears to dry
Before it's safe once again to cry
And of these puddles at our feet
Salty tears make salty seas
 Jan 2018 grace
Mohd Arshad
Even after
Being a loser

You are a winner
If you don't lose your hope
 Jan 2018 grace
A
Earth
 Jan 2018 grace
A
The crimson speckled sunset tells stories that put Shakespeare to shame

The soft and ever-so gentle clouds bellow songs of life to all who will listen

Yes, the rolling hills remind us that humans are temporary

A mere side effect of a changing and evolving planet

The Earth prompts us to remember that it takes care of us

Why can't we respect it?
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