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 Feb 2016
PandaLyn
Hating
Deflating
Debating
To end this misery
To cut life short
He wonders if he should
 Feb 2016
am i ee
waking to white falling
cold flakes
white & each unique

weariness plucks at my
heart
another day?

another way?

serene beauty
balm to a restless
soul

what are we here for?
is there ever an answer
that will stay?

questions
shifting & changing
answers too.

motion & stillness
happy & sad
love & hate

only mother nature
feeds the soul
these days.

drawing back
drawing away
from the illusory play.

deep winter
don't leave me yet...
it has been too short.

i need such deep rest.

lingering in her dark
womb
resting

mother nature,
don't hurry
the sunlight.

plants asleep under
the ground
i sleep with you.

alone and still
peace
reigns

so many wish
for spring
me...

i'll stay here
in winter
again & again....
 Feb 2016
Nora
I’m waging battles,
Winning fights
Against my mind.
Little things that
Dragged me down
Are gently tucked and
Buried beneath
The soft loam of
Recovery. It’s fresh
and shallow, like a
Scab and you just
Love to pick around
The edges until it’s
Red and raw and
Ready to rip off my
Skin, it’s thin, I’m
Sensitive and
War has not hardened
Me enough to roll
With all the punches.
Expect me not to
Meet your Expectations
I am done trying,
Even though I’m
******* hardwired
To shove myself into



Their ill-fitting form.
 Feb 2016
Megan H
I pushed him away
Because I was scared
I pushed him away
Because he looked at me like a man should
I pushed him away
Because he listened to my every word
I pushed him away
Because he liked me

But most of all
I pushed him away
Because he was the perfect guy for me.
I'm sorry.
 Feb 2016
Eve Estelle
Dark waters churn, an eerie disturbance —
The air is fraught with a peculiar sense;
A blackened sky looms overhead,
And faintly felt are the hands of the dead.

An empty sea, not a living soul save me —
Yet from my place upon the shore
Echo the sounds of ringing bells;
Haunting are these ghostly chimes,
Accompanied by the creaks of groaning wood;
The sable sea is no friend to vessels —
So is this now where the poor ship dwells?
 Feb 2016
aar505n
The first sip of a coffee on a frosty morning
Toss and turn from your yearning
Lost upon years of searching in the Arctic
Following the trail up north

The snow has stopped, temperatures dropped.
Despair not and regret not
that cigarette had to stay warm
All you have are smoke kisses in the air
Or is that just your cold breath?
The only sign of life seen in days

Mind you, the sparrow is like no other
Flying against the wind
Three hundred miles away
And we're having a similar day
Me tethered to this place
While your pace slows with tired feathers

I'm not holding out for something better
These boots still have another year or two to go
Wear and tear occur slowly when one is rooted to the ground
My roots frozen limbs searching still.

And the night falls heavy now
and I am well acquainted with it
For in the winter's darkest hours
Is where my searching will end.

For what an electric winter -
those sparks like whispers in your ears
To pull archaic splinters from your side -
And let them blow in the Arctic winds -
And up to celestial lights -
burning bright bitter blues -
and emeralds and yellows -
and higher still -
breaking Heaven's inner dome -
- higher -  
Ethereal particles of you displayed across the night sky -

And you are a singular multitude
A particular spectacular
Of particles participating
In the dance.

I found no Polaris during the Polar Night.
But a sighting of the famed lights.

Eyes opened and I can see clearly what you are.
 Feb 2016
A Lopez
It is better to be
Then to
Be-
Come.
It is better
To fight
And stay
Then
To
R
U
N!
I hold my own I put away my guns.
It is better
To stay
Then to run.
My poetry
Is a volume
And scale on which
My life is balanced. I won't
Be shut up!
I'm a woman!
I won't be shut up
To negativities
Violence.
I'm back
Happy
Here to stay! I'm back im vicious
In a poetic way!
 Feb 2016
Megan H
I guess I never noticed
The loneliness in her eyes
A burning blue fire
That burned her insides
Is there anything to save her?
Maybe,
But it's up to her to decide.
Does she want to live,
Or does she want to die?
Not suicidal. I promise. I just notice some things about other people. This poem is not about me.
 Feb 2016
Star Gazer
Just go...
Doesn't matter where
Just know....
I'll always be there.
So show....
Me your pretty smile
And know
That's how to live a while.
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