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 Feb 2016
Jonah Long
Every scar, every wound
every bruise, every lie
your battle scars
 Feb 2016
david mungoshi
when you're bigger
are you any bigger, really
perhaps you're just the trigger
of an assortment of events
when by others you're called small
are you in truth really small
perhaps you like playing the victim
with what lens do you look at things
with what misgivings do you struggle
against all the things that in you huddle
isn't it time to dump it all in that puddle
now that the spotlight is on your fuddle
somewhere within sight of your experiences
then walk forward in keeping with your destiny
revised slightly and enhanced
 Feb 2016
Keith Edward Baucum
Greed the **** of Lust stands before her with an outstretched hand and ask "Where is my Currency?"  
Lust reached into her pocket and gave Greed the gold bills.  "Greed you act like you don't trust me" said Lust.  
"Lust you are my wife and the ***** who I ****.  We are a couple that were wedded in darkness.  Trust you?  I do but not a hundred percent.  I'm all about wealth and power and you're attracted to wealth and power.  You're going to be taking a shower in wealth and power" said Greed.  "I'm going to see to it that you keep your word Greed.  We may have been wedded in darkness but we are still husband and wife.  You're great with currency and I see your willingness to obtain your goals.  You promised to put power in my hands and lay riches at my feet.  Remember that" said Lust.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum.
 Feb 2016
Lisa Lesetedi
The sun sets and darkness rises
Midnight is upon us
Shadows are no longer
They too have fled in fear of what is to come
Angel faced demons take their true form
Bed nor closet do they reside.
Monsters are among us
Monsters are us.

Only then, when the clock strikes
Are the true tales told.
Of how beauty killed the beast
And how beauty was the beast.

You see, Mankind is a myth, and so is humanity.
A myth told to us to make us believe that we are superior.
To make us forget,
That princes become frogs
Princesses become servants
Glass slippers shatter,
And they draw blood.
 Feb 2016
Poetic T
Words are like water
                   You can wipe them
Away but there will
            Always be a reminder
An outline of where they
                  Left their  mark.
 Feb 2016
Chloe Zafonte
I have a gypsy spirit
all I want is to be free
the sound of a place beautiful and far away
I can hear it! I need a place where I can be me.
I need to put my soul back into place
back before it became shattered with many heart breaks.
I wish to be the calm person I once was,
not someone who becomes angry
just because. Once what is left of the toxins go away
I hope that I will find me again and will be here to stay.
 Feb 2016
Chloe Zafonte
Even if everything
we feel was tattooed all over our bodies they still wouldn't understand.
 Feb 2016
Chalsey Wilder
I've got to make a decision, make some moves.
Live and learn.
Take it a day at a time.
No matter if you lose.
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