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 Mar 2016
Jasmine Riley
Her life is a wondrous puzzle
The pieces all scattered
Begging to find their home,
it follows and it travels.
And it looks to find its destination.
"Are you lost?"
A million things jolt to the sound of that voice.
"Ma'am?"
And then she realized,
She was home.
 Mar 2016
Gidgette
He would bring me orchids,
To the cemetery late at night
We would make love amongst the tombstones
In the pale, moonlight
Whispering sweet promises,
We both knew could never be
I prayed to the godless heavens,
That he'd be mine for eternity
Now he forever lies,
In that cemetery by the sea
Only the scent of death and orchids,
Brings his memory back to me
 Mar 2016
Dawn Lambert
sleep at night
a peaceful sleep
drifting into dreams
not talk
not real
see pictures of my family
drifting slowly on by
all that display
darkness come
see my class mates
see.my crush
run away
no use
not the same feelings
as I love him with
unfortunately
he doesn't follow
as I wish he would
darkness falls again
on top of a building
running towards the edge
fly off fly with the birds
then I fall
darkness falls
in a flip lacking put
in a flaming pit
burning my skin off
wakes up
still can feel
just a dream
just a dream
 Mar 2016
Francie Lynch
Easter's over.
I rose to the occassn.
More than once.
 Mar 2016
Aeerdna
i'll dance in the rain falling in your heart
and you will dance with me
we'll laugh at it,
and we will never wake from the dream
we create inside ourselves
the nightmares they will stop
the rain will stop too
a rainbow will shine
and i will be there to see it
in your eyes

you'll dance in the rain falling in my heart
and i will dance with you
we'll be like madmen
we'll sing unheard songs
and the rain will go
i know
you'll be here to see
the sun shining in my soul.

we'll be happy.
https://soundcloud.com/aeerdnaloony/well-be-happy
 Mar 2016
Karina Norris-Veirs
The church dimly lit by candles
The procession begins
Alter servers in white with crimson ropes
Solemn, quiet, mournful
They proceed to their destination
The priest lays prostrate before the alter
His crimson vestment starts to glow
The moon in all her beauty shines through
the glass of our Lord's home
Service begins
The Passion read
Our holy Cross brought forth
Chaste, mournful lips kiss our Lord's feet
Tears are shed is silent sobs
Our King has died
We look forward for three days
Trying hard to remember he rises
Knowing the end of the story
Yet still heart's break
Our King has passed
As silently as service began
It is finished
Into His hands we commended our spirit
"He will rise to judge the living and the dead and his kingdom shall have no end"
*exert from the Apostles Creed*
 Mar 2016
r
Last night I woke up
to the light of 1000
dead children from other
places where faces have
forgotten how to smile
in ***** white shirts
and smudged skirts
holding up lanterns
like lost miners looking
for answers in a dark hole.
You know the world is a sad place when the Pope Instagrams a request for our prayers.

@franciscus
 Mar 2016
phil roberts
My friends abroad think I'm peculiarly English
My English friends think I'm peculiarly northern
My northern friends just think I'm peculiar
But at least I've got friends

                                                     By Phil Roberts
 Mar 2016
Dhaye Margaux
I'll explain myself in broken verses and scattered memories
Even if I don't understand why now we're like enemies
How did it happen to us after all the love we had
I couldn't move on from this nightmare, this is really bad

Yesterday, it's you and me against this wicked world
I fell but you held my hand and helped me fight the cold
Yet it seems that yesterday, I never had a clue
I didn't notice from your eyes if words were true

So today, please know, I'll try to tell you everything
Even if it will mean more pain, no matter it will bring
Even if I don't understand why now we're like enemies
I'll explain myself
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For the poetry prompt contest
 Mar 2016
Denel Kessler
I have held
softly pulsing
newborn heartbeat fluttering
breath of love, dying
arc of a life, trying
not to cling
too tightly
to anything

I have touched
directly to my tongue
felt the jolt
spark my lips
so pure
crystallized
I became
undone

I have fought
with abundant faith
despite knowing
the human continuum
feckless tide
love or hate
maybe it really is
up to fate

I have radiated
divine conductor
electric soul
it flows in me
it flows in you
we are all
pure energy
clean-burning fuel
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