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 Mar 2016
Daniel Ospina
Silent hill casts a shadow on the moon,
Even beauty has a dark side.
Pale face aloft in freckled night
Feeds me with random musings
As I meander along the quiet pasture.
Excavate the fertile earth and
There you’ll find sterile treasures
Outliving all that’s alive.
I stumble on my clumsiness and taste
The dirt on my tongue.
Strange how life’s ambrosia is so
Distasteful to its offspring.
Just like love, a cloying sweetness
That turns bitter over time, and
When it’s gone, an aftertaste dwells.
Still on the ground, I roll over to look
Upon the freckled night sky.
Fascinating how constellations
Are merely imposed order
On senseless disorder.
I bet the stars laugh at our attempt
To find reason where there is none.
And then there’s the moon,
Indiscriminately shining on even
The foulest of creatures, underserving
Of its generous light,
Although without the sun, it’d just
Be a tenebrous chunk of rock.
Alone, we’d be just as unglamorous.
 Mar 2016
Ugo Victor
Yesterday.
This was me
With some caffeine
Addicted
Not good for my health
Worrying about my worries
Creating more worries and
My feelings
Spiralling outta control
Today
My head is going places; it is
Seeing things I shouldn't see
The wheels of time, spinning me around
Yet I'm not irrational
Far from it
Then why am I confused?
There's no better way to be
I look into your eyes
Great, and all I see is nothing
All the things I don't know
Like rest of mind and peace
These are the things I would love to have
Tomorrow.


#NowReadBackwards
 Mar 2016
SG Holter
For Helene.


Ashes on the water, now.
Love's bones like dust downstream.  
At least it got to see itself in our eyes,
Feel itself between hand holding hand

And whispered caresses.
From pillow talk to fists raised at
Concerts, glasses of Portuguese wine
On her balcony to the sound of magpies

We named our neighbours.
We were beautiful.
Began beautifully.
Ended gracefully.

I open hands that held hers and see
Nothing but skin worn by labour,
And air.
Ashes on the water, now.

Embers without a chance against rivers  
Cold with melted mountain snow and
Unyielding differences.
Some loves drown with lungs too full

To cry; others float like a funeral-pyre-
Longboat into the night, ablaze.
King and queen, hand upon hand.
Crowns tied from fresh flowers,

We were beautiful.
Began beautifully.
Slid apart the way a glacier parts from
The hills; slowly, but with the force

Of its thousands of tons.
Ashes on the water,
Where the ghost of our union rests
Underneath the surface of our memories.

I will remember you.
Until the stars burn out, raining the
Dust of themselves like snow upon
These waters that always are moving.
 Mar 2016
SøułSurvivør
I've been sick within my soul
Without an end. Without a goal
Only evil did I serve
An evil fate what I deserved
But Jesus came to rescue me
By His sacrifice I'm FREE!

Lifelong service to my Lord
His salvation my reward
His wooing Voice at last I heard
He will help me by His Word
Now I finally understand
I will never leave His Hand

Though at one time I was estranged
My conscience He has rearranged
Now I blossom. Now I grow
In the righteousness I know
I do not live upon my whims

I give my very LIFE to HIM.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/11/2016
I was almost a complete washout as a human being. Even during the time that I've serve the Lord I've done things I'm not proud of. But He is faithful. And He will never take His hand from me. I can leave Him to do my own thing. But if I acknowledge Him in all my ways He will bless me. Blessings come in many forms. Sometimes hard times are blessings. They prepare me for service. I am actually a soldier. I have armor I put on daily. The girdle of Truth. The breastplate of Righteousness. The sandals of Peace. The helmet of Salvation. The Shield of Faith. And the Sword of the Spirit which is the Word of God. My only offensive weapon. I can only tell you these things are true. I've experienced their Truth for myself. It's up to you to make your own decisions. And I would never force you into believing anything I say. God won't either. He's like a lover. He will woo you. That is what He did with me. And I love Jesus with all my heart!

He literally saved my life!

I have allowed my chores to build up. I must spend some time today on duty to my mom. I'll really try to read later on. I LOVE to read. But cannot do it always. Please understand.

HAVE A BLESSED DAY!

-
 Mar 2016
The Dedpoet
I am alive buried in an avalanche
Of thoughts, every depth
Is the cavernous nature of being
By myself, living by myself,
And looking for myself
In the wade of the dark waters.

I cannot accept this me.

I write, I perceive, existing.
There is a thousand mirrors
With echoes in the labyrinth,
My voice
Cannot listen to itself.

Why am I screaming.

I feel like a prisoner
In this chamber
Of a universe's mind,
Thoughts of a playful dahlia,
Maybe I am naive.
The me inside me
Cannot exist without
The me that does without
Thoughts.
Two way existence
In a one way mirror.

I don't know the reflection.

Wounded man
Of a voiceless persona,
Who am I to know myself
Against a labyrinth of mirrors,
Each an odd reflection
Of a past that becomes infinite,
Buried beneath a thousand of me.
 Dec 2013
Redshift
i'm afraid of tripping and falling into familiar holes
so i stay up all night and keep guard
but i get tired,
fall asleep...
fall into familiar holes

clumsy child of the dark
tired daughter of the day
wary creature of the night
 Dec 2013
Cubicle Kryptonite
I'm not burning bridges, I'm cutting ties
You start with pity, and then you despise
But, it's only because you now realize
That this pack of white lies and alibis,
These stories by which you were tantalized
To no surprise were just fantasized
By a mind over-worked, projected through two cold, pale, eyes.

I'm your cherished childhood plaything, barely given a single thought
Toss me with the rest of your keepsakes in your souvenir box
Just a container filled with the memories of the days you smiled a lot
Used to make you laugh more than anything, now I'm just where you stash your ***.

You bet your *** I cared alot, I loved you twice, you loved me not
It's sad, but true, no more flowers grew
I hope next season something blooms for you
But, for now I've given all I got, I've grasped these stems until the petals rot
I'm digging up the roots I grew and movin' on to soil another plot

                                                           ­                                                              don't try to chase me
                                                              ­                                    now that the pace is changing
                                                        ­                          from a crawl into a trot


   please, stop lying
                                    don't say you're trying
                                                          ­                            when you've barely given a shot


                                                          ­                                                    my silver tongue did shine so untrue
                                                          ­ every time just so I could protect you
       from the worries that would plague your mind if you knew
                                                                ­                                           exactly what it is that I've gone through...

but here's what I plan to do:


Grab a cup, drink it up, soak up the Sunday news
The end is near, you're the last one here, what have you got to lose?
So, just fill your lungs and laugh all night long; put on your dancin' shoes
Play your last song it'll not be long before your soul walks out on you
I just close my eyes and let all pass by; begin to pay my dues
Time goes fast, so I took my chance, dancing with my devils to the Pale Moonlight Blues.

I'm under cardiac arrest, tried two times couldn't pass the test
At least when I'm at worst I can't be any less
At best my brain is pained by songs of protest
And you can bet I did my best to forget

I went through solitary confinement, momentarily confident
I'm impressed I haven't died yet, on the contrary, I despise it
Why do I kick myself for providing the ropes by which my hands are bound
When I should just strike out and bite the hands that tied it

                                                             ­                                                        it's time to go...

I bet a fiddle of gold you can't save your soul; can't solve a mystery if you don't have a clue
Try as you might, you won't win a single fight until you learn how to lose
Oh, you'll never know until you're on your own what it's like to have the Blues
I've been there before, I can't take a second more, that much I know is true
So, just close your eyes and kiss all goodbye; it's time to pay your dues
As time burns to ash, so does your final chance
To dance with your devils to the Pale Moonlight Blues
Original Song
 Dec 2013
Clara
Happiness lands softly when it comes,
wrapped in a friend’s “I miss you” text,
or a photo on the internet that makes you smile
for the first time in what feels like days.

Happiness, that fleeting feeling of contentment,
ever chased and ever elusive
dancing on the breeze of a perfect day
towards oblivion in the sun’s hot rays.

We do the best we can
while we wait for happiness to visit.
Drudging through the bad times
with the faint hope and promise of joy someday.
 Dec 2013
Sean Antonio Tyson
If I cried.* Perhaps my tears could fill the Ocean
instead my fingers peck at this keyboard and forms a Poem
I guess they've never had someone whose love was so *****
Potent.
How did we find each other in a world full of Commotion...
Gone.
© ST 2013

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