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 Apr 2017
Dangle
When the world says give up,
Remember to stand up.
When the world says enough,
Remember to be tough.

When promises had been broken
Remember to keep your heart open.
When all the words have been spoken,
Remember that this is about you, and not them.

Hold on to hope,
Darling, you will be home.
Hold on to life,
Soon our worlds will collide.
Hold on to me,
Together, let’s find beauty.
Hold on to us,
I promise you, everything will pass.
 Apr 2017
Kelly Rose
Moments lost,
Adrift in the sands of time
Regret stains the soul
As unlived dreams linger
Life erodes,
Memories fade to sepia
Worn and disillusioned
The spark of life wanes
She struggles
To reignite
Her lust for life

Kelly Rose
© April 12, 2017
i love him.
she love him.
he love her.
~~~~~
i love him
and she love him

but he choose her.
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 Jan 2017
Mysidian Bard
Time changes all things;
seashells of the past become
the sand of today.
...This time I won't let go,
I'll hold on to you forever,
long after we're old.
You're all I need,
My life’s favorite song

Ahead in my head,
You're always there.
Beside me, smiling, without fear.
Hand in hand,
You opened your world to me,
You accepted my flaws,
You helped me believe.

Because of this, I give you it all,
All that I have within me
that makes me, me at all

With shaking hands,
I hand to you a heart of stone
A heart that will beat for you and you alone...

With my heart in your hands I watched you hold it close.
I can’t give you the stars,
But I can make them brighter with you..




- Brandon K. Stephenson
To memories and yesterday’s heartbeats
Lying here, alone with my thoughts,
I search through the chaos to make sense of it all.
My chest grows tighter the farther I fall,
Suffocating me slowly in a sea of my faults.
I spiral downward with every regret,
All the memories and pain I never could forget.
Intense with shame and hate all the same,
I closed my eyes only to wake in my bed.
Alone with my thoughts,
Alone once again...

- B.K.S.
A quick write depicting a lonely, sleepless night, plagued by overwhelming thoughts
 Jan 2017
Jim Timonere
The cold end of a moonless night
I was drifting in a graveyard
Where the stones spoke of who rested there;
“Loving Son”, “Dear Mother”, “Veteran”, “Beloved Child”.

I was drawn to a tombstone marked “Unknown”.
The burden of being buried without the
Comfort of a name weighed heavy on me as the
Sky lit softly, pushing back the darkness.
And I knew it was time again to slip beneath
The nameless stone where I must wait for night to call me up
And I can search until I find enough tears shed for me
To equal those I caused.
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