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 Oct 2018
ryn
Run the bow across the strings,
and play a tune.

Play my soundtrack.

Play it soft yet sharp
and wrenching.

Play it in the background.
Let the notes run in conflict,
depict agitation and foster
an increasing sense of foreboding.



Because I lay still this night
in perfect disharmony.
 Oct 2018
Jess A Opperman
Time took my baby
and later took my pain
now it shortens time it takes
till I see her again

When I'm feeling heartache
living pure misery
Time can bleed away the hurt
that eats away at me

Time isn't perfect
it won't erase the pain
as long as there are memories
the hurt will rise again

Time took my darling
and now it's taking me
So now I'm waiting to arrive
at my final destiny
 Oct 2018
Micrography-Mike D
There is no more happiness
Only the pain
Exist without meaning
I'm trapped in my brain

Each day brings a struggle
I don't want to meet
A white flag; I surrender
Accept my defeat
Written: October 7, 2018

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 Oct 2018
SomeOneElse
Was it easy was it hard
For our friendship to discard
Did you have to was it needed
When our friendship you conceded
Did you smile or did you cry
Ghosting me with no goodbye
Did you laugh or did it hurt
When you left with no alert
Do You wonder do you care
Leaving me beyond repair
Another poem written to help deal with being ghosted by a friend
 Oct 2018
SomeOneElse
I'm in the dark, my sunshine gone
I lost my spark so what went wrong
Cant see the light and feel like dying
No end in sight i sit here crying
Can't find my smile or where it went
Searched for a while and now I'm spent
My mind’s messed up, I have no clue
And I ****** things up like i always do
Still crying inside , no end i can find
An emotional landslide all in my mind
So much pain and im still crying
What’s wrong with my brain
Just feel like dying
Written to express how my anxiety fuels my depression and for me what it is like to deal with both at times.
 Oct 2018
Johnny Noiπ
love feels how
I feel when I
think about u
 Oct 2018
Johnny Noiπ
American colors are white on the ground;
By the way many white kids make sure
the blood is of the stars' stars; Only 1 asks
for it, so it may seem like plants; plants
in ancient times; in Hell, for example,
and in Heaven; This is the only non-concert
business for a blue design; This is the
biggest one that can most help the United
States' Silver Shores, it can be love
If you live in a cold lake under the stars;
1 I write this with the moon and a new song
with Igor; Cytoblast stress; Therefore, we are
confident that we have a 1 server; Here a
Goth party is doing evil; Glass explained
in the middle of the sea's Voice: What' is a man?
that is in the heart, and that we can not be
separated from it; And as with everyone,
For years, bigger years in the apartment;
now, in England a little hair is in the air; this,
the turds at least are spread out on the ground.

In the United States area;
with white skin on every side, by far
there is the spice; track stars
And a mustard seed, namely:
The old hands are cold,
Especially the sky
but that those who sing music
Like a red sea, that is,
American beauty, that is,
must not be so; although there
Air and water; it is written
in the forefront of the month;
music lessons; Airborne asthma
is recommended;
1 I can not handle it,
What is this great thing and
Three days Shakes from whiskey;
tongue in glass, needing glasses
to walk among the Great stars,
while low, the English got the air
as small turds fall.

The United States is in the area
the white of white horses, and the goats
on the way; In summary, the blood of the victims,
Good stars are seed plants, that is, from ancient
times in Hell's Hell touching the sky;
And that's the only game # # Blue ,,, not like
that which is the end of American America;
This can not be what you want to do
they will be left for the rest of the stars,
and they will scatter the remaining ones,
will pour out the wine and in addition to the knee,
we are united together and smile
seeming to be the way of the moon;
the hands of music's spirit; New cytoblast Igor
trust was suggested, we had 1 want to serve
Here is a drink to shame; The mirror plate is air
from the curves at the end of the sky, therefore,
havin to be provided, hte man is outside,
Each year, many stars; The coach is small
in his house where Brown is in the air;
turds on the ground.

United States White House
And that it is to happiness
is the way of children to the list
blood; Do not follow the stars
It is like plants, that is, from
ancient times; Hell is, for example,
Heaven, the single player on blue,
which is the target of the United
States of America;
The rules of carbon carrots
tracing stars, the moon also says
with a new hand, Igor has the idea
of ​​singing the Songs of Songs
During cytoblasts; So we hope
At 1 P.M. Which is not necessarily,
This is wrong and in three
containers of sour water;
As it is clear from the words
in heaven; As for the tool;
Men's; although treatment
For years, great stars lived in the room,
and English today is a little mental,
and the brown neck,
Great prices and honey.
 Oct 2018
Jess A Opperman
This is my heart
I've given you
I swear for forever
that it'll be true

These are my arms
that'll hold you tight
whenever you want
all day or all night

These are my lips
that speak of the love
that God has bestowed
on us from above

These are my eyes
that see only you
the joy at your sight
if you only knew

These are my words
I know they are few
to the one that I cherish
my Dear, I love you
I wrote this for my wife, Char. The last line was/is "my Char, I love you". I changed it only for public viewing.
 Oct 2018
SomeOneElse
Do you ever think of me?
And the friendship that we shared
And when the next Dr. Who’s aired
Will you ever think of me?

Do you ever think of me?
When you're playing on your phone
When sitting in your room alone
Will you ever think of me?

Do you ever think of me?
When you're playing with your toy
And when the dragon you employ
Will you think of me?

Do you ever think of me?
When you read or when you write
When there's a poem within sight
Will you ever think of me?

Do you ever think of me?
If you do what are your thoughts
Are they of a friendship lost?
What do you think of me?
I wrote this for a friend who had ghosted me as a way to help deal with that loss
Her feet rose and fell
between fields of paddy

the grass bowed
then looked up on her way.

If only she had wings
and the winds carried her to her sister
she could land right on the yard of her hut
and take her home by the return flight
but her mind soared no less
so before the sun favored the west
she was right by her
laughing and talking like the yore
with only a line of vermilion
that she felt had come between them.

Soon she looked around
and making sure no one was watching
brought out from her skirt a mango.

She gave it to her like
she was giving a piece of her heart
plump yellow green
with the most delicious nectar hidden within
and when she narrowed her lips
to drink from the gift
her tears poured like the summer rain
mingling with the cries of the parched earth.
 May 2016
CA Guilfoyle
In the spring of warm grassy lawns, silver threaded
song sparrows high amid the bright lily bowers
they fly gold drenched in the morning hours
in the deep peace of this sanctuary shelter
we are far from the city's maddening swelter
here beneath shade trees and roses, we sip tea
we float soft as petals, a dream life in these hills
smell the ocean rain, blue the way the sky spills
we walk scented jasmine trails back home
come to rest in each others arms
before this resplendent day is gone
with nature becoming one
connected to all things
we are never alone.
In the midst of nothing, you bring babies into life.
In the midst of sorrow, you bring out of me Joy.
In the midst of being broke, you give me wealth.
In the midst of pain, you give unto me healing.
For you are the Living Word, you speak life.
Into situations, people, and you give life to us all.
When we are feeling dead or empty inside ourselves.
We draw close to you repent and ask you for healing.
Then you begin speaking Life in to each of your people.
For you are the Living Word, whom speak life into us.
 Apr 2016
Kurt Carman
In many ways we are all simply children,
Age has no barrier does it?
They say it's an individual's state of mind.
Wrinkles are merely character
Grey hair? I'm waiting for the next color to come in. Hoping for Pink...

I think I can refuse to submit to OLD.
I reach back to a 1970 Chicago Tanglewood concert on YouTube.
Was it REALLY 45 years ago?
Does anyone really know what time it is?

Ok, I know I'm biding my time.
I lost my friend last year,
And just before he passed, just before his last breath...
I convinced him that life doesn't end here!

Journey on my brother , journey to the next dimension.
Hug our loved ones..give my upmost love to my Mom & Dad
I KNOW you are there in a distant galaxy because
I can hear you whisper..."he was right".

I love you Buddy!
I think of you most everyday..when I see a flower,  a twinkling star or the red tail hawk climb to new heights on turbulent dust devils. Love you!
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