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 Dec 2018
Evan
Deep in a Forest
One that knows even the poorest
There is only Silence
Waiting for time to Commence

Two hearts enter and time marches on
And in the silence of the Trees
They hear the frogs and the Breeze
as though the world sings in honor of their love

A simple moment binds their heat as one
And from this they experience tranquility
They can never be undone
And in the fog and moon, they are reborn.
A snowflake fell quietly on the fingertips of her right hand
As she watched it drift down from the sky
she waited for it to disappear once it touched her skin
However once the snowflake landed it never disappeared
In the blink of an eye all around her she watched the snow rise from the ground
and as it began to spin in a circle she felt herself fighting to stand still
Before she knew it the snow was spinning so violently
she couldn't see through it
Her hair was waving wildly
fresh snow was hitting her skin so hard
it felt like mini razor blades sliding against her pores
As she tried to look for a way through the snow
she quickly came to the conclusion there was no way out of what was happening
She had to let it pass
whatever this was she had to release all control
and trust that this snow would find rest eventually
Slowly the snow started the die down
and it finally fell back to the ground
She stood there trying to catch her breath
as her legs groaned in pain from struggling to stand still
As she began to see around her without trouble
she realized nothing had changed
Everything around her looked exactly the same
She looked down at her right hand
On her fingertips where the snowflake fell was a note
written on pink paper that smelled of sugar plums
It said "the storm you were walking through has finally ended
Your next chapter in life is about to begin
and this chapter will be an exciting one
Let the magic begin
Merry Christmas"
As she read the last word the note disolved into dust
and even though nothing changed physically
somehow the world looked a little bit different anyways
WRITTEN BY: Amanda Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: December. 3, 2018 Monday 8:04 A.M.
Give Love Freely , Christ calls Us to Love Our Neighbor here.
Give Love Freely, For Christ calls Us to Love Our Brother too.
Give Love Freely , For Christ calls Us to Love Our Enemies too.
Give Love Freely, For Christ has Loved Us First then We Love Him.
Give Love Freely, For We are Called to spread the Gospel of Love.
Give Love Freely, By Loving Others First maybe then they Love you too.
Give Love Freely, Through doing this People shall see Christ within You.
Give Love Freely, Not the worldly type but Unconditional Love from God.
Give Love Freely, Live Your Life as a Servant for Christ Love Unconditional.
 Dec 2018
Tanisha Jackland
She was never really seen.
until he came along.
His eyes that sought her out.
The form of her was so appealing.
But unbeknownst to her.
He had another set of eyes.
that weighed her heart
like a man gone mad.
He saw the truth in her
hidden beneath the front.
Her inside shining glorious
and it was very godly.
More soul.
 Dec 2018
Onoma
being walked around,

by a greater circle...

scattering ashes and

rose petals in The

Fourth State.

eyes lower their blinds

to watch serpent's

tongues flicker.

their coitus culminating

in cranial blasts that

leave time floating

on an ocean of light.

as Turiya's eyes...

watch: waking/dreaming/deep sleep.

i look down at my chest, i can see

a woman's head there who's in the

Fourth State.

i stroke her hair and kiss the top of

her head.
 Dec 2018
Lora Lee
conquer me
with your words,
for I am a poet
     of soul
my mind as open
as my spread thighs
my lotus aching
to welcome
your sword of gold
Unsheathe.
Come close.

until there is no light
between us
for inside grows
a luminance,
             ever-burning
as sharp as ghost pepper
as soothing as
spilt milk
on petalsilk skin
as nourishing as
the stillness
of secret ponds
let us spin our tongues
into lava flowers
as we call forth courage
from the sunken
mists
   of
       time
 Dec 2018
Tony Anderson
Follow the rabbit
Down the rabbit hole
Follow the rabbit
To places unknown

Down the maze of tunnels
Left and right
Into the darkness
Out of the light
 Dec 2018
Satsih Verma
When it drips
drop by drop, a burning candle
becomes a poem.

If you knew it,
time would stand still
to meet your integrity.

Come out some night
in moon, to watch the blue
love of lonely trees. The
melted dark becomes a song
of earth.

Tomorrow
you don't want it-
to come and yesterday to go.
If you can freeze this day
I will never ask for a requiem.

O god, will you
forget my name and
let it be a shrine of
unknown traveler.
 Nov 2018
Gabriel burnS
Winter swallowed the Sun
like a pill refusing to go down

My system needs the coolant
of putting distance between myself
and the global glow-ball
To avoid the catastrophic kind of melting
(s)wordplay
 Nov 2018
TIM ANDREWS
I dreamed I lived in China
The old China as it used to be
In a village in a fertile valley
Now buried by the River Yangtze

My father was a fisherman
He would go out in his boat at night
He would throw a line into the water
And wait for the fish to bite

I grew up and worked hard at school
I wanted to become a scientist
I had no interest in girls
At sixteen I had never been kissed

However one day I met my future wife
I saw her swimming naked in the river
I watched her dry and get dressed
Before making myself known to her

She was bold and she was beautiful
And much more interesting than chemistry
Soon we were swimming naked together
In the river and in the sea

We courted through university
And then married at half past three
In a garden full of lotus blossom
Beneath a magnolia tree

A year later she became very ill
And died in my arms in our bed
With her last breath she said to me
That she wanted to be buried in red

I found a cloth of deep scarlet
And wrapped it round her gently
Then I lifted up her tiny body
And carried her into the sea

The fish welcomed us to their world
And a part of it we shall forever be
This is my dream of China
The old China as it used to be
2018
I use to write dark Love poetry years and years ago.
But what I was searching for way back then was a mirage.
I was searching for a Woman whom would give me .
The kind of Love that I could never Live without here.
But that kind of Love is a very dangerous kind of Love.
For it's very addictive and steals the place of God as well.
Even though the Love that we feel for him is not addictive.
But an unconditional type of Love where we put him first.
While also treating Others as We would like to be treated too.
Now I know that I was searching for a mirage not a real woman.
For I now know that if I was ever to be married I love her unconditionally.
Which is a very different type of Love indeed, there no addictive love there.
Thank you each for allowing Christ to use you.
To show Us that , He uses Us to Spread His Hope.
That His Hope at times may be as simple as a kiss.
Or seeing a kind gesture by a complete stranger here.
Or having someone whom disagree but still Love You.
Or a Friend whom suffers yet still keeps pushing through.
Or seeing someone that You care about hurting then Healed.
There are so many different ways that Christ has used Us.
But the Greatest is the Unconditional Love We share for each other.
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