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 Nov 2016
Mike Essig
I ache in the places where I used to play. LC*

Silence reigns
in the caverns of song;
the days grow short,
the shadows long.
Where are the flowers,
where is the sun
in the waning days
as the race is run?
Running out
of things to see;
running out
of things to be.
Dreams and lovers
lost and gone
and nothing waiting
further on.
With each new dawn
of each new day,
fewer reasons
to wish to stay.
 Nov 2016
Hadrian Veska
Never trust someone
Who doesn't like music


- Hardian Veska
 Nov 2016
Rina
If you love someone tell them;

If you love yourself, say that as well.
 Nov 2016
CastorPolydeuces
i see love and light and cringe
at its generic quality, all the same
all beautiful and endearing and encouraging
and i can't help but feel the cynic in me laughing
at the mawkish displays and efforts
and at my own generic skepticism

just one charming quality of my
self deprecating form of narcissism
just writing out of boredom, too tired to put forth much effort, but too bored to leave it be.
 Nov 2016
Heather Anderson
I advocate words of inspiration and truth
But deep inside my mind resides the voices that whisper lies that drift to the surface that I try to keep hidden, and it's so difficult to act when you can't even convince yourself the role you play. And there, just hovering, those words shall simply remain for me to dwell upon.
It is me telling myself and it destroys me
 Nov 2016
George Krokos
You can’t make something better by making it worse
but something may get worse before it gets any better.
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One of my odd observations. From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's
 Nov 2016
AnnaMarie Jenema
Why is it that humans are such lonely creatures,
That we need something to mimic our feelings?
We need writing,
To prove through words that what we feel is real.
We need art,
To splatter a canvas with our emotions,
To create something that mimics what's inside our hearts.
We need music in order breath,
So that others can put into words,
Want we dare not say.
Yes,  humans are such lonely souls,
Who need only to realize that what we feel is real.
 Nov 2016
Curing
Make it your goal to enjoy the process of reaching your goal
 Nov 2016
Jude kyrie
I have a fear
that one day
you see the real me.
Made of tender flesh
and brittle bones.
And you will leave
me for another.
Who is made of  muscle
and solid structure.
 Oct 2016
Melinda Barrett
I ripped my blindfold, I can see
Life's not what it's cracked up to be
But these were the cards dealt to me
To convey it even remotely
I write this little elegy
To let my mind and spirit free
 Oct 2016
Shay
I am no longer sane, alive; no longer whole,
all I am now is the residue of a torn, frayed, defeated soul.
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