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Unlike many others,
who are afraid
to let anyone know
what they really think,
and how they really feel...

She writes it all down,
she let's it all out;
and she wears her heart
like a crown!
When it comes to being brave...
she's the real deal!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
 May 2017
Eudora
You
You* *are in every pulse of her heartbeat and the
*rhythm of the murmurs in between.
 May 2017
Amanda F
Sei Un Universo

Fall into a bed of flowers.
Let your mind ripple like aqua
Under the melting sun.
Your honey like skin,
A nurtured drop of sunlight.
Absorb It.
The moon and the sun shall hide
Within you.
For in your bones is the dust
Of planets.
And in your mind are
Boundless constellations.

You are a universe.

- A.F
She's tired of fighting
To keep her soul's fire alive,

She's been in a constant battle
Just trying to survive.

Overdrive,

Overdrive,

She's totally over
The long, hard road, drive,

Always giving,
Whilst her needs
She deprives.

Nosedive,

Nosedive,

Her heart and mind
Are taking a plunge,
A freeing, freefall dive,

She's tired
Of letting the backstabbers
Take advantage of her;
She's over the malicious way
That they conspire and connive.

By Lady R.F  (C) 2017
She is so young and innocent to understand
So how can I reveal to her my heart and love
Apparently she shares frequency and band
She doesn't know what to communicate,how

Innocence has its own essence and,fragrance
These qualities make her wonderfully beautiful
Like a young angel, she shows her presence
She is so sober so serene and kind and blissful

My love is blunt while her beauty is pure,chaste
She is my life my heart my soul I have to declare
She is like salt in me to increase flavor and taste
She flows in my blood like wine layer by layer

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
where night is black opals
before the storm.

out of the flames,
pheonix bright,
our love,
reawoken,
tender and ageless,
*****-faced like
a jaguar of the night,
purple, blue and yellow
the bloodless fire,
and somewhere in
the hurt and the pain
the ghosts like an
old sinatra song
sing their melodies
in the sad summer hours.
i don't think i'll
ever feel so bruised
or so dark, our love
out of those blue-ghost
flames.
now dedicated to the young people who died in the terror attack in manchester. our hearts go out to their families and friends.
Crushed like a dried up leaf,
Damaged beyond repair,

She is Autumn's remains;
Such is life, cruel and unfair.

She is under ***** feet,
Left out in heavy rain,

It truly is such a crime,
A terrible, terrible shame!

Not a single thought spared
For how beautiful her soul
Used to be,

Or for how she held on so tightly
To the big branch
Of her beloved giant tree.

Not a single thought goes out
To how tender and loving
She naturally was,

Overlooking her dying spirit,
Is what everybody does.

Now, as she surrenders,
As she gives up on everything,

All that she holds onto
Are her precious memories,
And her undying simple dreams;
The dreams that really, really
Meant something.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
Jasmine knew
Stones are telling to a river
The lines would be my blood

یاسمن می دانست
سنگ ها به رود می گویند
خط ها باید خون من باشند
In time dark place
You unleash my lace
And your moan show on my face
Make I haste to catch you in the pace

You show your smile as moon
Haunt me at my dreams - noon
Mine match yours and yours match mine
Together we are I can't leave you

You haunted me as starry heavens
You shown I , me true love
Be belatedly relating all your dreamships
As physically I do ascertain the facts

Then why should I say goodbye
This is the saddest word to ever say-bye
Just time and nothing but time separated us-by
By virtue of love and by virtue of time bind us by

Leaving you is the hardest thing
To do ; 'cause we are entwine
By words that are stronger than ocean-fire
As it burns it make me to inspire

Never will it expire
Even though I leave you I aspire
To be with you I inquire
You are always in my mind !

I shall use Jiahi Gudi
To lure you into my lair
Forever that you thought
You are lost in the air

by Martin Ijir
Martin says Jiahi Gudi is a flute that lulls someone
Made from bone of animal...
 May 2017
SøułSurvivør
"The ocean is a desert
with its life underground
and a perfect disguise
above..." Dewey Bunnell

On a horse with
no name I rode
bare-backed in
the purple sage...
***** Pipe cacti
played the melodies
of Mexico.

Swaying sea grasses
were skirts for the
range fences...
broken and rusty.
To be avoided,
my parents warned...
Tetanus... lock-jaw.
Other things to be
aware of...
don't swim too far
from the beach...
don't stay too long
in the sun...

I was happy at the
tide pools... aqua and
pristine. Sea slugs...
far from slug-like.
Flat and purplish
with frilly edges,
undulating dancers.
Picked up and dropped
over and over.
Baby octopi... an
entire tidepool
drenched in purple
ink in its desperate
bid for freedom...
Sea Urchins...
"Their spines can
****..." my parents
warned. It was
fascinating how
they attached
themselves to
the rocks...
Almost as firmly
as the limpets...

We had
Hermit Crab races
Ate food disallowed
at home... swam
out to where water
was ultramarine...
jumped over the
barbed-wire...

with our arms

hugging

the

sun...*


SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/21/2017
My family took a trip down to Mexico. We stayed at a ranch, camping on the beach. It was totally private, the beach untouched. Our first experience with total freedom... my fondest memory of childhood.

I tried to sleep just now... no go. Guess I'll stay up and be a nightowl for a while! Lol!
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