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 Apr 2015
wordvango
After
reaching my destination,
I get bored easily,
  all the new wears off my high,
and the people are all the same
   Flintstones
I dream of a place of
   Jeanie,
I am an astronaut,
  I get creative,
rub a bottle or a
    pipe,
think a magic vision
    will smoke up
resolve all.
    Wish me,
luck!
 Feb 2015
bucky
it is easy to know when you should worry about him:::
bombs are going off in lonely palms
and all you hear is a clock ticking in the kitchen
fortune favors the brave
 Jan 2015
Julie Butler
I want to be that thing for you
when water reflects all the scenery above it
I image cypress
to be dimensionless
that's what I want
 Jan 2015
The Black Raven
Dusty,
music fills a sweet soul when
Hungry,
life grows from fingertips.
Torn,
shreds of the uninspiring
Write
words painted across skies.
Water,
The dead metaphors with ink.
Breathe,
life into the unturned stones.
Discover,
the bright flowers of imagination.
*Nurture
,
your ink and your blood alike
 Jan 2015
Lady Bird
whispering silken mist, delicate sighs
tiny falling droplets of mountain dew,
the diamonds from my teary eyes
are sprinkling showers of crystal blue
 Jan 2015
Sarah
its empty In the valley of your heart
for the man who walked across it
took all the flowers with him.
no I have not forgotten about you for you have left me numb
 Jan 2015
rook
And time, like trees, forbade to die
until that single drop of sunbeam in the sky
itself will fade,
and memories elude, like those
who once saw colors fair and bright
and now only darkness knows
those thoughts they never saved.

and time, like trees, grows only once and still
though man may try to fix and heal the damage done with age
Time, like trees, never will.
and neither once destroyed can truly be regained; time, like trees, outdone by age.
 Jan 2015
r
low, fast moving clouds
make me feel
like i'm standing
still on a mountain

wisps of cotton candy
and wind in my hair

there is a change in the air
a slower, colder
turning motion
all around me

my head in the sky
my feet in the sea.
r ~ 1/4/15
 Jan 2015
Shyanna Ashcraft
A wish,
A dream,
A hope,
A kiss.
It's all these things,
That I would miss.
If I should die sometime today,
And someone asked me,
"What'll it be; Come on and say,
The things you'd miss,
The things you'll need?"
I'd bow my head,
And look below,
And sadly state,
"You'll never know,
The extent of the love I have in me,
For all the little things,
You see.
My heart belongs,
It longs for these.
I'll forever miss my little things."
Written 12-5-14
 Jan 2015
Brittle Bird
Capture this in sight,
Bend and break it 'til it's right,
Shape it into light.
This one isn't as good as it is in person;  I wrote it on an old photograph of a tropical beach.
 Jan 2015
Lynn Greyling
Eons and eons have passed
As swiftly as swirling mists
Surround the ancient woods.

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