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the boat pierced the grey mist
and her eyes were misty

it has taken us twenty years
to be on that green island
to dig up the time
she glowed like a butterfly
and I shivered from her touch

her hand is ripened now
but that time
still hanging in the air
unleashed a wildness
froth from which
spilled into two children
chasing butterflies.
Sabuj Dwip (Green Island) on the confluence of the rivers Bhagirathi and Behula; 1996, 27.11.2016; 1 pm.
Ties that bind
They do unwind
And there may never be an answer
It eats at us like cancer
It rots the brain
That inturn fills it up with pain
It hollows the heart
Because that's where it starts
It defens us to the truth
They did it to us in our youth
It's all been swept away Into the great abyss
And now it just grows on us like a cyst
Untill we're released
No relief

©Pauline Russell
 Feb 2017 Clare Coffey
Tom Blake
In an Instant
You, my Precious, were
Gone!
Simultaneously,
In that very same Instant
You
We're
There!
Reunited
With Your Love
Complete
Never to part.

I, yes I! see the Joy in both your eyes
See you hand in hand
In
Paradise,
The Eternal place.

I
See entities gather to greet You both
Family and Friends
People
You may thought
You'd never see again
Look!
Here come all the animals you cared for.

This
Is
What GOD gives,
What
The  devil tries to take away.

BUT!

LOVE, NEVER CAN BE defeated!...
In LOVE
You
BELIEVED
Through
LOVE
YOU
Are
SAVED!

The Vision is fading
For
I,
Am still here
On
Earth.

I am Happy

For the Glimpse

Given
To
Those
Who BELIEVE
That LOVE IS ETERNAL
That
LOVE IS SUPREME
AND
HEAVEN
ISN'T
JUST
....A Daydream!
Jesus is the saviour!... and,  a big part of me believes this. But,  there is something in me feels divine.
 Feb 2017 Clare Coffey
EJ Aghassi
Sick with second guessing
The bitterness is back

Beyond any classification
I'm exhausted of it all

Long past petty five steps
I've sat outside long enough in the cold
To know it doesn't get any warmer

Nostalgia's rough grasp
Clasped about my neck
I feel more and more
With every forced breath

And the more I feel the less I know
It all leads to the inexplicable
The redundant and
The impossible to reconcile

Loneliness infatuated
With this idea of the unknown
Through some lust manifests
Into a dire fear of being alone

And that fear carries forward
Incessant debasement

And all the best advice I've ever heard
Is now drowned out by the rainfall

Dripping drops of memories
Seep into wounds still being licked
With a wincing at the past
While bracing myself for the crash

There was somewhere lifetimes ago
When a warmth was prevalent enough

But all that feels like fantasy now

Some sick obsession with comfort

The idea of
Being yearned for

Thought of

Touched, kissed
Dreamed

Breathed

All things senseless yet
Fulfilling for the senses
Creating some
Sense of belonging

It's all slipping, sliding
Moving out of view

Writhing and shaking
My body shivers
Off any remaining
Icicles of doubt

I know the bitterness is back

I know the rain will keep falling harder

And right now, try and try as I might,
I just can't get this **** cigarette to light
lol I don't know why I keep trying with this website, everything I write is apparently garbage to the vast majority of people on here
 Feb 2017 Clare Coffey
Traveler
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 Feb 2017 Clare Coffey
Traveler
Shaking hands
Demanding attention
Twitch of dread
Arms violently ****
Then the hands
Turn to bugs
Then the arms
And finally
A pile of bugs
Fall to the floor
Running in every
Possible direction
Because
  I want more...
Traveler Tim
No bugs
Got left behind



P.S.
More out of life.
My black trench keeps me safe,
Safe and warm from the storm.
Often seen as harsh without faith,
Often keeps my breath warm.

My black trench coat travels,
Just like myself along the sidelines.
Can't wait to trek the gravel,
Unseen faces follow the guide-lines.

My black trench coat hides the pain,
Hides all my cares of this world inside.
All of the cares of this life in vain,
Now are you ready to meet by curbside?
-Edited-
Ocean waves lapping the shore.
Everything faded out leaving only the crash tsssshhhhhh of the waves nullified in the sand.
Drowned in the rhythmic arrangement.

Coconut trees in the distance rubbing leaves like the supporting instruments on this beach orchestra.

And then there was you.
And me.

With only the moon over head.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2017
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