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 Mar 2016
Michael Murphy
I feel like I'm on a fast moving river

Sometimes I row hard and try to steer

Sometimes I just let the current take me where it will

Sometimes I feel lost

Sometimes I duck the low hanging branches

Sometimes the river widens and the current calms and I can rest

Sometimes the river narrows and the whitewater throws me into the boulders

It is in the turbulent waters that I am tested and my skills are sharpened

Always I try to appreciate the journey and the breathtaking views

I know around every bend, a new challenge awaits

Never knowing around which bend lies the non-corporeal sea of dreams

No more branches, no more bends, and no more boulders

Only calm waters, gentle breezes, and smooth sailing
 Mar 2016
Jennifer Weiss
Oh the sin I've been in,
let it trouble me no more.
I know I am forgiven,
the question now is what for?
To torture myself into Eternity...
or to walk through some newly opened door?
I think the purpose burns on the inside of me,
to be haunted never more.
I dream of things He reveals to me.
Like coveting what is not mine.
And I turn from this completely,
relaxing in my bit of time.
There is no such as a life that is better than mine.
I am convinced I have been given something
utterly Divine.
I choose both!
 Mar 2016
Nicole Dawn
Fall little snowflakes, fall
Drift gentle toward the earth
Melt on small noses
Be the cause of big smiles

Fall little snowflakes, fall
Plummet cold and fragile
Turn those noses red
Be the cause of cold arms

Fall little snowflakes, fall
Crash into the cold hard ground
The people will hate you
Be crushed by heavy boots

Fall little snowflakes, fall
You think you're beautiful now
But people will hurt you
Be killed by their words

Fall little snowflakes, fall
You'll soon be killed by this terrible world
Interpret this as you want
life is so complex
that keeping it simple
takes a lot of work
Senryu
 Mar 2016
Sarah
Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always with my mouth. Mostly with a pen.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always right, but always open.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always like all, but always me.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always agreeable, but always free.
 Mar 2016
Michael Humbert
Entitled to be untitled, blank forgotten gravestone, smooth marble untainted with dates and memories

Escape unscathed, no scratches, no scars,
No doubts or hopes or doors left ajar

Clean, empty, pure desistance, an insistence to embrace the nothing inside us all
 Mar 2016
Megan H
Help me,
She said
What were you wearing?
They asked.
What do you mean?
I need your help!
I bet you wanted it.
You shouldn't have dressed like you did
It's your fault.

When did the words *help me

Get lost in translation?
Those two words turn into
Why should I help you?
When they should be,
I'm so sorry
How can I help?

I guess I will never understand.
I really dislike our society.
 Feb 2016
Daniel Ospina
Gasping for fresh air
Standing on your tippy toes
In a sea of books
Robbing my time to write poetry :(
 Feb 2016
cody dale
Green
With it i imagine things
What to buy
What to do
But when it all comes down
It has no value
Its just a way for satan
To take your soul
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