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 Apr 2018
Lora Lee
Let my fingers
caress the wounds
of your chakras
in multicolored beams
                            of light
stroking the vibrations
Let me soothe and
lift them
to their peak
strengthen the strings
of violin tenacity
Let my third eye open
and meet yours
for a dance along
the astral plane
our gaze forever locking

For as it is now
we are restrained in our
rectangles of glass
boxes of electric ecstasy
beyond beautiful,
yet
what I would give
to lay one palm upon
your heaving chest
in fiery tender
To brush my lips
upon the tip of
your eyelashed ocean
yes
meet me
lash me to you
let me tremble
into the
humming of
our lips
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4dVkoOMjLo
 Apr 2018
Surbhi Dadhich
"Oh! There growls a sultry silhouette
The dense dreary poor soul
Shadow bickering seduction
As it swing round and round
But what's guarding it?
A Lord or his own companion
Who once lived or has been living
In its own pitiful pit
It's maybe a ghost, man
Gosh! Where has it gone?
Probably the darkest abaddon
To meet its other keen souls
And then the reverberation of rifle
Piercing the peace of the jungle
Arouses the croaked verdict
Defying the dumb appeal
An innocuous incredible creature gone
A tigress along with three cubs were shot..
 Apr 2018
SelinaSharday
Action ..wrong attraction
It stopped my working, my interactions..
My satisfactions.
It stopped my eating my sleeping. my wanting my being..
His pain left blood stains.
And shuttering crashing deadly kinda pains.
Wrong companions
left children calling. heart beats stalling.. families falling
Tender hearts reaching..
Love ones seeking..
Justice bleeding..
dreams misleading.
He killed her after he had loved her..
The actions..unfair.
Didn't he care.
He was internally bleeding yet no one was seeing.
Didn't stop the bleeding.
Now we all are bleeding,
we all are crying.. more hearts feel like dying.
Killing kinda connections..
Fatal Attractions.
Sorrowful use of weapons.
Slayed by guns.
Harmful Interactions.
God redeem This Bleeding Son
Redeem this One.


by selinasharday rose..S.A.M All rights reserved
A families loss..A son with a weapon in bleeding hearts hands. Boy loves a girl it falls apart. children left with out a parent, a mother grieves a son/daughter.
how do we see tragedy before its too late. How do we save a broken heart from deadly decisions.
 Apr 2018
Melissa S
I come here as much as I can
Love the sounds and smells that surround me
It is just so peaceful and I love to people watch
I try and imagine how their lives are
Are they happy or in pain
Do they, like me, yell out their lies and frustrations
to be carried out swiftly in the wind                                                         ­ 
Are their disappointments and regrets
washed away by the waves as well...
Do they draw pictures in the sand of broken hearts
Do they become a beach scavenger
Searching for discarded treasures
I wonder if they come here as an escape
To renew oneself and just be
One with this constant ...our constant the sea
Heading on a girls beach trip soon to see my constant the sea :) I cannot wait!!!
 Apr 2018
laura
a pinprick, a spider crawling
down your spine raises the hairs
on your neck, itsy bitsy details
matter and questioning reality
as it stands when no one else is

oh ya mans, fight the power
the peace from within don’t come
from a god-lord-thing shoving us into
a box and no facebook can ever
hold me back
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