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 Jun 2018
Meghan
It's 8:11 am, and I feel hollow.
I don't know why there is a hole in my psyche, my heart, my soul.
This feeling  of unrest and unbalance
Like something is missing
Empty.

I worry, I wonder,  and I hope
I hope my fears are unfounded
I hope against hope that my loved ones are safe.
I have a stirring,  a tingle
I dread being right, but know someday
That day will come.

That day when I'll have to say goodbye.
To someone I love
Someone I admire
Someone I trust
And that future hurts my heart
And leaves me bare.

I have the feeling
This hollow
A void I hope to fill with light.
But now,
Just for now
I'm empty.
 Jun 2018
Pagan Paul
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I'll never forget what you gave,
a look that could unwind time.
You froze that very moment
when I knew you would be mine.

A second where eternity passed
between us like a silver thread.
Your eyes betrayed naked emotion,
I knew no words need be said.

Without a seconds pause I take you,
lead you along a different path.
All because I had the audacity
to tease and to make you laugh.

I'll never forget that look given,
an invitation to come and play.
That frozen moment stretches out
into minutes and hours and days.



© Pagan Paul (2018)
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 Jun 2018
L B
I don't think about it any more
I take out the trash
noting
Sticks caught in the crotch of a tree
The wind does what the wind does
breaks weaker branches down
does not care where
it leaves
them
on its invisible way

Days do what the days do
they don't count themselves
worthy as they go
to release
the afternoon
to evening—
an artless
emptying
to a low spot
where tears tend to pool
if I'd let them down

“You know,
in that low spot
out there...?”
Where it's hard to see
Where its hard to care?

They take heart
out
divide it by energy
for sadness—
I haven't got

Watched the clock go round
wipe out my little plans
with relentless hands

...and I never got dressed today
6-12-18
 Jun 2018
No one
Those who seek love
Don't always find it.

The truth of life
Is a harsh reality to bear.

Those with the strongest emotions
Tend to keep them bottled in.

Those who want happiness
Are seldom able to find it.

That rare sleep in the dead of night
Only lasts for a short moment.

All the best things we have
Slip through our fingers like sand.

How do I know?
I have been there, so many times.

And those who need help the most
Are never able to find it.
I have found that I can only rely on myself. No one else can understand this insane mind.
 Jun 2018
Barbara R Maxwell
You are sitting in a small wooden boat
On a beautiful lake in the mountains
You can see the caps of the mountains
Pine trees are all around
The scent of pine fills your lungs
It is refreshing

Your dog is with you
A German Shepherd
Named Sam
It is a warm perfect day
With a cool breeze that blows across your face ever so slightly
It feels good against your skin

The water is calm
Just a few ripples from fish
The lake is crystal clear
You can see to the bottom of it
There are small fish swimming about
You watch them for a while
Entranced by their movements

You put finally something on the end of your fishing pole to attract a fish
You are hoping for a trout

You then cast your line into the lake and wait

You pull out your book and stretch out your legs to relax
Your dog settles in for a nap
You love these moments
They are so peaceful and calm
You love the stillness of the place
 Jun 2018
saige
You dared me to run away
I dared you to stay
Then took it back, just in case
You took it as a challenge

Someday, we'll escape
Together or not
It's really all the same
When we're already
Too late
and yesterday,
the ghost that has your face
dared me to close the shades
and paint the walls
with my brains
 Jun 2018
River
Take me to the thin places
Where I can nearly grasp God,
Step into the ethereal
Swaying with kaleidoscopic celestial beings
like the cool breeze dancing with the branches of the willow trees

I ran out too far on the ice
I found the precipice, the end of the world
Looking down from the solid glacier I stood on, I was so small
I saw darkness,
Only darkness

The ice cracked, the world split in half
Earth's core wailed out
Crying tears of flames
We tried to console her,
The Mother we abandoned, the Mother we abused
We tried to console Her,
But it was too late.
Her sadness consumed us.

Sometimes, humanity still has faint glimmers of vestigial memories
That makes them look up from their hand held devices
For one passing second,
To contemplate if there is more to this life
But no answers are found on their Google searches
And they forget,
Like they always do.

But I remember,
Some of us still do
The way the babbling brook laughs,
The sounds of chattering birds
Hearts being shared with loved ones
Smiles being shared with everyone
There must be substance in this world
Beyond all the vanity
And we are determined to get it back somehow
And in that pursuit,
To gain some semblance of sanity

But as the world wars,
As the girls paint their faces
And the middle aged men buy their fancy cars
As we all pretend
With feigned smiles
With stoic personas
We curate our perfect lives,
For we desire people to like us, to love us
As we actively hate ourselves
Well, I will be seeking those thin places
Where I will be absorbed by the stars
The sky will be closer to the ground
Which my feet will no longer be on
I will be as light as a feather
Being carried by the breeze of the Spirit
In iridescent splendor I'll rest
As this world continues on in it's ubiquitous unrest.
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