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 May 2015
niamh
I look at your face
And wonder
How many of those wrinkles
Are down to me.

I look at your face
And wonder
How eyes, once so full of intelligence
Can stare so vacantly.

I look at your face
And weep silently
For a past you can't remember
And a future that will never come to pass.

I look at your face,
I look for your face,
But the wings of
Death's angel
Cast a shadow over it.
 May 2015
Poetic T
It is the chain of ink,
It bleeds once read.

It consumes thought,
It re-writes your mind.

It tells you to write this,
It makes you do it.

If you read and wrote this,
If you are reading this I'm dead,
If you reading this you are next....
 May 2015
Vinay Kr
Yes! You're free!
Can't see?
Within this prison,
Go wherever.
A take on the modern psuedo-secular society. How can we overlook the fact that even our freethinking has a limited bandwidth of acceptance?
I am a stranger
Of a forgotten touch
Where love once came
Now a forbidden embrace

Just a stranger
Who desired too much
Needing a heart to claim
But now, lost without a trace

Stranger in another land
With no other place to go
No arms there to hold me
Burning in a sun, all alone

A stranger who doesn't understand
Of all the things I need to know
A prisoner who is never set free
Feeling this heat, on my own
Copyright © Chris Smith 2014
pafos, Cyprus
 May 2015
Phantom Byron Lorde
See beyond the pain
Look past the scars
Reach into darkness
With a guiding light

Help me forget torment
Heal me from my suffering
Come touch my heart
Repair the shattered pieces

Comfort me through nightmares
Show me if love still exists
Lead me away from Hell
So this phantom may live again
 May 2015
AJ
i once loved darkness
welcomed its presence
and reveled in the black abyss
i was afraid of the light
for it would reveal the evil
Lurking around me;
   inside of me
It was easy to take comfort in my ignorance
and accept my blissful state

Now I hate it.
 May 2015
Poetic T
Upon her lips a cross nestled between
Tooth
&
Tongue,
Burning so slightly.
Flesh and bone blackened by
Twenty one carrot gold.
She liked the feeling of purity burning
At her fibre.
Tasting purity is what she claimed,
Bodies laid to rest, life was a shadow
That had faded.
The cross was a message as
Flesh picked out,
A twenty one carrot tooth pick
She is the empty vessel,
No  love,
No  feelings,
No  heart
But what thrives is the darkness
For she will bleed you to a last breath,
Then smile as she takes the life that is left.
 May 2015
Poetic T
It is purest before the scratch,
A stain on white,
Like roots it grows beneath,
Not seen but  there till the
Point its pollen Comes forth,
And with each shard
Shattering on the purity, 
Till like ash crushed to black.
A soul white the darkness is beneath till to late and is shredded with darkness touch
 May 2015
Poetic T
In the motionless water it
Is static, carried from edge
To far by the whispers of
Breeze. It is transfixed
Between two realms, both
Transparent upon the eye.

It was motion but no more,
Life was lived but only floats
No more. Like a plastic bottle
With a hole, It takes its fill,
Slower than a stone it sinks
Like a leaf falling from a tree.

It is stillness upon the ground
And eyes are open, gentle
Stillness no noise just the
Gentleness of surroundings.
There is no breath, no life
Only motionless swaying as
What now lies at the bottom
Of this pool.
 May 2015
Poetic T
-Life-

Was the *cruellest
of gifts It gave us
Hope, but it is a coin tossed too often,
For within moments
Breath,
Beats,
Blood
Coursing through this vessel
To keep it upright, motions of every fibre
Never one without the other. But *breath
is
Fleeting, one stops then another moments
Now becoming less time life now evicted stops.


-Reaper-

That exhalation that signalled the end, taken
From you, stolen by this hand of bone
And kept like a trinket, something
That he has held to many times,
Lost,
Forgotten,
Dammed
Ones who he misplaced in that darkened place.
He was just one of the keepers charged with
But the flow from their to here. but all
Things have a purpose and so
This existence now claimed by another.

-Soul Keeper-

Was the cleaner of what was  before,
Life's distractions, deaths fingerprints,
Where cleansed from this orb of
Thought,
Conciseness,
Essence
Of what was, two shades spiral,
One white one like a smear, some where
More of one, never one purest
Pearl or charcoal . There was always a
Hint of light or dark in every orb held.

-Scales Of Judgement-

We are weighted not by the flesh or the bone,
As they are nothing once the soul is gone
Life,
Death,
Rebirth,
Are the ever moving cogs, but some
Are broken to be put in a place
Where the broken things
Live,
Rot,
Decay,
In that place never to be reborn, this is
There end place of limbos playground.
All are judged on the scales showing
the aura of there lifes deeds
Be they heaven worthy or to the pit
There moments burn, but some are
To far gone, and in limbo they stay.
The scales are the defining moment of four stages
Life,
Death,
Energy,
Judgment
On this final journey, are you worthy, to be
In the light or darkness, to be reborn or
To the nether place of broken toys.
Live your life, but remember judgement
Is only three steps from life away.
There is a subtle grace
To the whispers veiled
In caress of autumnal promise
Would that I could offer their solace
Where all seems beyond repair

So much light hidden
Where it once shone brightly
Your touch offers strength, always
Taking this mind, this soul, this heart
Offering something needed, something new

So perhaps it can forever dwell in the senses
That have long ago left to dwell with stars
For there was a time when sorrow yielded
To a future soundscape of colour and intrigue
A desire called destiny that called to me

In tears we paint the future
On a landscape of sorrows
Building towards the clouds above
Searching for a glimpse of the sun
For we share ourselves reluctantly

What else is there to do?
But take the moments
Seize the hurt and watch it die
For in its death
We shall liberate our cries

Set free the chaos of emotions
Where bonds were created
On the power of friendship
Throwing off our shackled lives
To be free, to be at peace
Copyright © Chris Smith and Poppy Ruth Silver 2012

Poppy Ruth Silver is a singer and poet and can be found on Facebook and www.apolloblessed.ning.com
 May 2015
Phantom Byron Lorde
Cry the untold tears
Bought by unsold fears
By a lonely grave
Where only a slave
Sheds rivers for a poet
****** tears flow it
Down to a sea of voices
Full of forbidden choices
But why it could be
When nobody cries for me
 May 2015
Just Melz
Nothing*
        fills the soul
Like the fruit
            of your **womb
I feel completely empty inside without my kids...
Please help me if you can...
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