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 Dec 2023 Lina
Sahil
Torn Apart
 Dec 2023 Lina
Sahil
My wings were clipped the day I was born
I was put under the pressure of a billion eyes
My dreams ripped my skies torn
My life was built on a faithful lie

The shadows of my imagination
feared the glare of their expectations
My broken bones, My shattered heart
Sang the stories of me being torn apart
 Sep 2016 Lina
Gabriela Lorraine
I have been told
Twice
By two different men- that I am the most defensive person they’ve ever met.
My skin too thick and my tongue to sharp
(I am supposed to be easy and soft.)
But those men didn’t tend to the garden of my mind or flesh.
They never sowed the seeds I have spent years tending
Or even tried to open the gate I have built with my calloused hands.

Do not judge this mind if you aren’t willing to ******* soul.
There are roses here that don’t need any other hands to prune.
And never forget-
I am of the moon and stars.
The rivers of this body don’t need your approval.
I was never meant to be the clay molded in your hands.
 Sep 2016 Lina
Keith Wilson
I  love  to  walk  the  garden  long.
When  all  the  winter  storms  are  gone.

Yes,  snowdrops  are  the  first  to  show.
Majestic  heads  come  with  the  thaw.

Blankets  of  crocus  are  quite  a  sight.
Pushing  upwards  towards  the  light.

Colorful  daffodils  like  soldiers  stand.
The  finest  regiment  in  the  land.

In  June  the  roses  in  fancy  dress.
Reveal  their  splendor  for  the  sun  to  caress.

Dewdrops  form  as  summer  fades.
As  sharp  east  winds  sweep  up  the  glade.

The  flowers  then  close  their  weary  eyes.
And  sleep  once  more  till  spring  arrives.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.
 Sep 2016 Lina
LeV3e
She asked me, if we could still be
Friends
As if we ever really
were in the first place.
In this case, I forgot my heart on the night stand, and I
dropped the price I charge for a one night
Standing ovation going out to the
Fools chasing pyrite, it's alright cause,
In the lime light tequila takes your clothes off, and
though the night life soaks your soul, the salty rim leaves you thirsty for more.
There's no cure, for Levee, see
the ocean is where I'll always be, and
no matter how shallow it seems, depth will be the death of me... and our friendship.
 Sep 2016 Lina
Doug Potter
There are days I know I am alive
only because I feel the weight on my
feet as I rise to have a new day accept me.
It  is when I read  poems of Louise Gluck or
Sharon Olds that I realize I am merely one half

living.
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