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 Aug 2018
Eva Rushton
The darkness has grasp my mind
and the searing pain cuts deep into my soul
I scream silently in a non verbal language
Please release your grasp on me

I force my walk
with steps that weigh
the weight of hells iron gates
I try to stand , but am forced downward
by the heavy black fog
of this hideous monsters breath

I try to find my way out
Through eyes sewn shut
with absolute despair
My chest swells like a tide from
the jack hammering pounding of my heart

My bowels twist and coil
like a boa constrictor
killing its prey
My ears explode from within
at your words of ignorance "Be happy , "
Unable to rise to your demands
I sink deeper into this blazing
infernal of torment.

written by E.M.Rushton
 Aug 2018
Lyn-Purcell
The innocence of ****** has
been tainted by sheer
obscenity.
Such is society.
I'm a lover of sculpture, especially the Greek ones.
It annoys the hell outta me when people are being so **** IMMATURE about them.
Lyn ***
 Aug 2018
Karijinbba
Speak
When you speak I see cascades of life.
Life and light tend to look the same.
Your light is turquoise and the color of jade sitting just beneath the surface of choppy water.
When you speak I feel heat.
You have yet to burn me.
You are the steady warmth of new born embers of a fire
yet to blaze. When you speak I smell salt water.
Even with a sting, you’re the most refreshing thing.
The ocean is not as paradoxical as your passionately
calm surface. When you speak I taste loneliness.
Bitter sweet like underripe tangerines.
I cannot know this beautiful mind of yours without encountering  cold, rusty, metal walls
When you speak I hear midnight.
You know how to play the silences.
I hold my breath waiting for the next sentence you’re carefully, mysteriously orchestrating. Whisper or shout
speak to me againHole in my heart
Speak Karijinbba Beloved!
Never had a problem speaking was friendly yet cautious--bit shy when meeting people who seemed to have me under a microscope as an adult yet still enjoyed listening to them speak my true love was my best teacher in the above but he never hung around long enough to break the ice nor he just poped the question I was to beg cry sing for him ask him to marry me but I was a hybrid  ET Cindi couldn't order the mice to help me out much less ask a king to be mine
i observed body language what they say and not say i deciphered the in betweens the thing NOT revealed All gets recorded in our memory bank. As a child I was silenced in a nunnery five years not allowed to speak but only with Yes or No by an evil nun as a hate crime.a form of turture
The subconscious sees hears feels tastes eats drinks it all-it's our photografic memory recorder for everything good and. bad!
We get to experience, right?
the tangible and intangible things we are that thing which God created in his image I did learn to Speak read even other languages in time i overcame that grip of evil, uderdtanding the beauty and ugliness in SIlence!. By the way Karijin my poetic nick name is a lovely hole in Australia it looks like a woomb giving birth to blue waters a honeymoon trip I missed along with my beloved groom Pc/rk.
~All tights received.~
 Aug 2018
Sarita Aditya Verma
A lifespan maybe short for achievements
Yet
Peace is Attainable
 Aug 2018
Jayantee Khare

Things imperfect,
Tells a story perfect!
&
Things overlooked
For my poetry overbooked!!


Imperfections are my inspirations..
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