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 Sep 2015
tian
Is it love?  The moment I fell?
No one knows,*  only time can tell.
 Sep 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin B , wolf , & soul

AB : staring at the lady in the corner wearing make-up,
Selling flowers to earn money
For her son's college fund,
Take three patterns then reverse it,
Bring them back to reality,
The way people maintain jobs nowadays
It isn't fun,
But a..
..it takes a rose to help
Cure the pain of whats to gain and
What you've lost,
To find a way to piece together a suffering flaws,

SS : /////Electric rose
In all your neon splendor
I touch you and remember
No more

I ***** my thumb
Upon your thorn
And in death
I am reborn

I gaze rapt into your night
I am drawn into the light

Rose of Sharon, petals soft Blood red dreams sent aloft

To your power I will yield
'Til I look once more
On heaven's fields,/////

WS : in fields of Elysium await with gentle memories
and flowers of every hue
reaching into forever
from that street corner in modern blight
where a mother's love was the noblest fight
and she would give her all for one
that worthy offspring, her beloved son
tarry ye not, on that dreadful shore
pennies for Charon to ferry Styx
close thy eyes and weep no more
there's nothing that true love may not fix,

SS : /////Electric rose
In all your neon splendor
I touch you and remember
No more

I ***** my thumb
Upon your thorn
And in death
I am reborn

I gaze rapt into your night
I am drawn into the light

Rose of Sharon, petals soft Blood red dreams sent aloft

To your power I will yield
'Til I look once more
On heaven's fields,///////
Collaboration
 Sep 2015
Shruti Atri
If I ever get where I want to be,
I'd like to be forgotten,
To never be recognized;
To just exist without an existence...
So that I can feel alive where I stand
With every breath, sound, touch;
So that I can witness the world
In all it's entirety
Without standing behind a screen of an identity...
To taste the colors with my eyes
And appreciate the eternity of the world
Without a barrier of an illusioned existence--
*For I won't exist any more,
And all barriers would, therefore, have been forfeit..
 Sep 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Even in the dark,
I'll be waiting for you,
Please don't guard your heart,
I'm open to virtues,
Angel wings in my vision,
Laced with confirmation,
My hearts trapped in a box
Of the forgotten particles,
But if I get your permission,
To release all this tention,
Massage your back and give what
I can to distant articles
Of life,
No strife,
I'll be there for you to do it
Right,
Of life,
No strife,
I'll be there for you to do it
Right,
Even in the dark,
I'll be waiting for you,
Please don't guard your heart,
I'm open to virtues,

Loving you is wrong it's unheard of
Cemetery,
I'd never hurt you,
Even mentally,
Loose gravel in the ground
But Some things just ain't right,
You won't be a memory,
So lucid and so sadistically,
Of this thing called life,
So live right,
No strife,
I'll be there for you to do it
Right
So live right,
No strife,
I'll be there for you to do it
Right,
Loose gravel in the ground.
Always loose
 Sep 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


The children and their futures,
Born into families,
I'm gonna date if I choose to,
Picking up a different ***** each time to
Fill the void of what was missing but
She was missing a long time ago,
I need you.....
Told the devil
Don't you tempt me
I'm not in the mood,
I'm not understanding fully of what's
To come,
Of course I'm always the fool,
I'm not trying to be rude,
I'm a star in all the hateful people's eyes,
But from the stars I can not run,
This is not fun,
Give me the gun,
Put it to my head,
Memories rerun,
Get your refund
For the bad future for all your daughters
And sons.
14
 Sep 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

I Am the thing that dwells through your
Eyes,
Telling you sweet things
To keep your spirits up,
To help you be strong,
I Am your consciousness making you run
Arons into the dark corners,
A causable fling,
With two celebrated sports cups,
Hoping you'd get along,
Take care of yourself,
Be good to yourself,
Be alone with yourself.
#Alone
 Sep 2015
Sarah Mulqueen
As the tears stream down her solemn face
The curtains fall
The mask drops
She waits
As her 'friends' disappear
 Sep 2015
Sarah Mulqueen
She looked up at him and smiled.
For she knew whatever she had to face, as long as she had him,
She'd be home.
 Sep 2015
Gaffer
She needs that drink to start the day
When the children play
To get away
Meetings, lunch, that **** report
The neverending stress
A drink to rest
She makes love like the dead
Her mind ahead
Major decisions racing instead
A drink to unwind
To go to bed
Tomorrow a drink to get ahead
Engagements, talks, drinks to go
The high powered girl has hit the low
Make up getting thicker now
Drink the crutch
Husband having an affair
It’s all too much
Drinks to get up
Starts to fall
Crashing down against the wall
Pulls herself up
In a daze
Looks in the mirror
In a haze
Sees a face
A slight trace
Pitiful tragic being
For the first time seeing
The ghost finally screaming
She stands up
The words would set her free
I am an alcoholic.
 Sep 2015
NV
THE WAY IN WHICH INSECURITY MAKES A HOME OF MY BODY,
LEAVING HER PILES OF SELF-DOUBT AND ANXIETY LYING ON THE FLOOR.
AS I CONTINUE TO STUMBLE AWAY FROM MIRRORS,
TRYING TO FIND A REFLECTION SHE HAS NOT BECOME A PART OF,
SHE REVEALS TO ME,
THAT THE MIRROR DOES NOT HAVE TO BE CRACKED IN ORDER FOR ME TO LOOK BROKEN.
I ASK HER WHY SHE HAS NOT MOVED OUT ALREADY,
AND SHE SAYS IT IS NOT HER FAULT THAT I ALWAYS LEAVE THE DOORS OPEN.
I TELL HER OF HOW I MISPLACED THE KEYS IN THE HANDS OF PEOPLE WHO COULD NOT LOVE ALL THAT I AM.
AND WITHOUT HESITATION,
SHE ASKS ME WHY I HAVE NOT YET CHANGED THE LOCKS.
 Sep 2015
Irving MacPherson
I hold
my cards hard
to my chest
on this night
that is oh so close

My teeth
stained from
coffee and nicotine

I share
a strawberry
beer with the
occasional fruit fly

The air is still
not a breeze
to be had
 Sep 2015
chimaera
[to the thousands of men, women and children fleeing their war-torn countries.]*

Adrift,
this huddle of fear
in the starless night.

Adrift,
this frieze-like
of carved anguish
surging in heavy
striped hearts.

Flimsy shores
draw an old world,
of other lords,
greedy of their pastures.

Plundered, ravaged,
preyed upon,
adrift
- who will see
our human face?
07.09.2015
Title  taken from https://medium.com/@theIRC/what-s-in-my-bag-758d435f6e62
 Sep 2015
Maggie Emmett
Emily will take her cedar box
of hidden poems
throwing them on a Sou’ Westerly breeze
in a New England Spring —

They will be snatched and fly
daring, dainty flutter byes
across the stretching continent
the Great Plains and New Frontiers —
The Sun — rising in ribbons
Mountains dripping scarlet sunsets
vast Miles of Evening Sparks —
as the Hemispheres come home
to early Night —

they’ll be read by lonely cowboys
drinking whisky, in the sagebrush
Indian braves campfire smoking
Sung in Saloons by husky-voiced dames
can-can dressed and a whole lotta grit
and gumption.

Emily, lightened of her load
unknotted the Skein of Misery —
Universe unstitched —
in this moment of escape
Landscape will listen —
Shadows will hold their breath
until the words are spoken.

Emily’s skipping down the stairs
of that morbid, cold wintered house
with its bare Slants of Light —
rushing out the door
throwing herself on the Open day —

Telling True, but slanted.
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