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 Feb 2016
Rapunzoll
tonight, something a little
stronger than poison
runs through my veins

it festers, intangible,
pretty like belladonna,
sweet like nightshade

it sways in the wind
of my lungs, it has it's
own tune you see.

i know it's a plague,
like him, we've all
been infected once.

tonight, it's angry,
venomous,
gardens of deep rose

and happiness returns
to being but a distant,
wavering sun.
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 Feb 2016
Vanessa Gatley
Are u gonna be my valentine
Sweet sensual guy
Who flirts with my hearts
Feelings
Hopefully not crush it into
The ground
No chocolates intended
If your just like the rest
I'll just use a arrow of hate
Sprinkled with posion
Next one you are with
Will be cursed
So
Give me your money
I'll handle the next outcome
 Feb 2016
Joyce
A picture in a frame.
A memory in my mind.
A movie that will
always remain.
Your love still lives
inside my heart.
Your eyes show me
light in the dark.
You love me just
the way I am.
We are so connected.
So fragile so small.
You will always catch
me if I fall.
I was seeing many girls
when she stormed into my life
broke my run with her resolve
to find her place as wife.

I was seeing many girls
when she came reined me in
halted me with all her force
determined to win.

I was seeing many girls
my dream was up to stars
when she arrived fully knowing
this man was soon to be hers.

I was seeing many girls
none of them could be wife
she knew it when she came
I would stick on her for life.
 Feb 2016
Terry Jordan
Some keep the Sabbath going to church;
I keep it staying at home,
With a bobolink for a chorister,
And an orchard for a dome.

Some keep the Sabbath in surplice;
I just wear my wings,
And instead of tolling the bell for church
Our little sexton sings.

God preaches,--a noted clergyman,--
And the sermon is never long;
So instead of getting to heaven at last,
I'm going all along!
"I believe the love of God may be taught not to seem like bears."  __Emily Dickinson, American poet (1830-1886)  I think about Emily writing all her poems all her life, all unpublished until after her death.  A gentle soul yet, in a way, a quiet revolutionary against the status quo of her day.
 Feb 2016
Christopher Black
I am aware, I need to let go
That all we once were
Has flown out the window.

I know it has been long enough
How can you look so happy
And I look so rough

It is easy to see, just not accept..
Tears swell my eyes
I draw my breath

Your smile reflects my rotting insides
I try avoiding your gaze
As you walk on by

I can pretend to be just fine
Not putting myself out
To be left to dry

To the moon and back?
Forever and a day..
How can we be friends..
When you threw it all away?
in and outof my thoughts
come only your thoughts,
I surrender my dreams
to your thoughts,
thinking someday
you will look around for me,
feeling my presence
in my absence,
a day - when it will be
just you and me,
weaving uncountable desires
i just think of you,
faraway when the first light
will filter through these clouds,
till the snow moon will appear
from my window to your window,
i will live with your thoughts.
 Feb 2016
SøułSurvivør
Put me in a dungeon black
Put me in a jail
Keep me there with hunger, lack,
Hold me without bail
Stack the warrants, make 'em high
So tall you cannot see
You can pile 'em to the sky
But, brother, I'm still FREE.

I don't care about this life
This body, wrapped in chains
I expected pain & strife
Don't care for my remains
You can burn me at the stake
Break out the guillotine
I will die for Jesus' sake
Upon The Lord I'll lean
You may think this strange behavior
But ponder it... you'll see
I won't forsake my Savior
Because He died for ME


He died in greatest suffering
His pain was SO much WORSE
Vinegar the soldier's offering
When His lips were cracked with thirst
He was scourged 39 times
With whips with metal tails
They made Him drag a heavy cross
They pierced His wrists with nails
He died by crucifixion
The most painful death, they say
But HE HAD THE VICTORY...

... HE ROSE ON THE THIRD DAY!

(chorus)



SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/8/2016
Fear not the one who can destroy the body;
But fear the One who can destroy
both body and soul in hell
 Feb 2016
Torin
I remember
When the only sound you made
Was a flower blooming
Softly and sweetly
Honey colored
I remember
How I couldn't believe
Anything in this world could be so beautiful
Delicate and changing
Porcelain skin

And the bird that flew from your heart
Landed gently on my windowsill
And sang a song
I alone could hear

I remember
Even when the skies were grey
I felt the sunshine on my skin
The warmth of your touch
The light in your eyes
I remember
Never fearing darkness
Only feeling what man was made to feel
Wide eyed to the sun rise
I hoped would last forever

I remember
And that's what hurts me most
Remembering
When I only want to forget

That the bird that flew from your soul
Was pierced by a poisoned arrow
A song alone was silenced
And only I knew
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