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 Sep 2016
Roanne Manio
Little boy,
one day when you wake up and peer outside,
I hope you see flowers screaming in color and children dancing.
Little boy,
someday when you look up the sky
I hope you don't see gray,
but bright, bright, blue.
Little boy,
I hope the loudest noise you will ever hear
is your own laughter.
Little boy,
I hope one day you look at yourself
and don't see ruins,
but buildings standing tall,
guarding the city.
Little boy,
hope.
 Sep 2016
Georgia Grace
Simmer down my sorrow,
bellowing in your anger wont recoil what happened.
Don't fret dear heart,
the sadness you feel will once again dissolve.
Dear legs of mine,
stand taller then you once did.
Little mind,
dont underestimate your knowledge and your power.
For you create the struggles which have been and will be endured.
 Sep 2016
J Robert Fallon III
The prancing sheep evade my mind and eat upon greener pastures.

I squirm and wince at every thought that repetitively repeats, "just go to sleep", while tracing back the day's steps and weighing the factors.

Why must my mind be so out of sync with the tune of my body?

The wise would advise physical exhaustion is not sufficient ammo to defend against morphing into a groggy zombie.

Insomnia? No...I can have a good night, windows open and naturally closed eyes.

Anxiety? No...my life is too right, for me to not realize this sleep is just something I idiotically idolize.

Change? Yes...I can grow and stow away any thoughts which summon the riot, organize the files and endless waiting miles.

Minutes to hours, hours to frustration,
all until a simple revelation, I've had singular control of the entire situation.

Through meditation, finally free of this voluntary probation.

For no longer do I fear my head touching those precious feathers, and no longer wince at the warm and fleece-ridden wrapping like tethers.

I can now dim the blinding internal light, and tear from the controlling reigns that started this nightly pillow fight.
~
we are breathing the same air
we are looking at the same skies
we are living in the same world*

but why are our hearts are not beating in the same rhythm?

©IGMS
 Sep 2016
Aztec
9/6
" I wonder if he can taste your name at the tip of my tongue "
- Aztec
 Sep 2016
Ismahanwrites
she counted him
As one of her flaws.
 Sep 2016
Melina S Martinez
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

and death i think is no parenthesis.
A poem by E.E. Cummings.
 Sep 2016
Jeffrey Robin
,




death (?)
_

Certainly

It comes too easily

We wait impatiently , thinking

WHAT IS GOING TO
HAPPEN NOW ?

••

Tired children

WHERE IS THE LORD ?

||

Playing with matches

( playing  with war )

//

All
The different

Realities

WHERE IS LOVE HIDING ?

we wonder

:::


Thru the long moan

Thru the mournful sights and sounds


Come


Let us find each other

At last


X
 Sep 2016
Elizabeth Squires
dispensing
poetic justice
is a measure of fate
of this punishing toll
chiseled on the grate

how befitting
for a personage
to be on the receiving end
of its age old adage

a reckoning
appropriated
on the stone's memorial
shackled
forever
in a penal testimonial
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