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 Jan 2017
beth fwoah dream
i.

impressionist,
where the grey
clouds and the blue
ice of winter
gather their ghosts,

winter, too cold,
too white, the
woodland hollows
dent,
summer love

discarded in
the frost,

the sky oaken,
the moon’s forget-me-knots
silvery dream.

ii.

clouds like wintery steel,
sunken, in a night pool,
the golds of my heart,

the lodestar gathers
moss and rook,
glimmers in a sky
of woven cloth,
her leaves, the trees
of winter,
her leaves, the dark
breath of the storm.


iii.

winter and quiet stars
brooding emperor
sleeping in the twilight
hour,
winter dreams of
strange ice caverns
where ice ghosts
dance with twisting
hair.

iv.

pond of ice,
snow bear,
snow dream,

sleep unwraps

wide avenues of
trees,

sleep, the dark girl,
the falling tide.

v.

twig breaks under foot,
earth’s thrones
settle in the lizardy light

the moon rises in the sky,
soft centuries of sky.
i should add that this is waterlilies in winter the original poem was autumn inspired. i'd like to do spring and summer at some point as well!
 Jan 2017
Prescott Robbins
MOM
Looking back on my youth, I'm lost in a whirl of thoughts, of great times when life was filled with sunny skies, bare feet, peanut butter & jelly and a hug from Mom as I ran out the door.  Memories so fresh like opening a picture book.  I'm "home" every time I think of you.  I wander back to places only I can go, I need not share with anyone.  Not like when I was told to share, to give up my favorite toy, blanket, or bike.

I can choose to share my dreams if I wish but they will never be given away.  My memories and love of you is a present just for me.  So many things I was given through your love, often with sacrifices of your own.  Never a word spoken of it then or now.  Knowing now because I'm a parent too.

Your love for me was baking cookies, a Band-Aid and a kiss, a kind word, holding my head when I was sick, carving pumpkins, always standing up for me, and giving of yourself without question.  
On my case, in my face and snooping around the place because you love me.  What a wonderful feeling; a knowing in my heart of a safe place.
"HOME"
 Jan 2017
phil roberts
Walking in the cold rain
Alone and
Going nowhere
Just hiding tears in raindrops

Always dreaming of being lost
Lost and then
The endless fall
The gasping awakening

But always the rain will end
And sunrise
Put an end
To the cruelty of night

And life will begin in warmth
And hope
Blossoms into
The sweetest softest petals

                                           By Phil Roberts
 Jan 2017
Torin
I would know
When her voice comes wailing through these bitter broken streets
The street lights are bleeding
Pleading forgiveness
May I never have another fear of the banshee
I may never
I only
When my lonely heart finds salvation in some bitter broken blue
Beating all the broken dreams to bed
I only go as far as my heart allows
And I dream it
When all questions go answered
Still I do
Even so much long and longer than my hopes gave up on you
Give no reservations
Give everything
And watch my fingers break
In some perilous forsaken dawn
The sun may always rise
 Jan 2017
Torin
Entertain the masses
The *****
The coliseum of the gladiators
I only want to make you laugh
I only want to cry
This face to the world
This face too

Nothing
I'll have nothing and I'll smile
And dance and joke
And act a fool
A jester in the court of kings

Out on stage I make the day
In my dressing room
I cry
 Jan 2017
Torin
I didn't know of blood
Until you cut me
Crimson staining everything around me
And all my faith is gone
My hope is gone
And dreams that say tomorrow brings a dawn

Hell is a place
I know

I only learned of fire
Once you burnt me
My skin the embodiment of agony
As all my truths are gone
My love so wasted
And clouds are made to cover up the sun

Hell is a place
I've been there

I only feel the emptiness
Completely
Darkness finding every space around me
And all my light is drawn
To the abysmal void
I don't know how I'm meant to make it through the night

Hell is a place
That lasts forever
 Jan 2017
Torin
So destroy my yesterday
Affect all my tomorrow
A river only flows downhill
They say
And the sky is only filled with stars that don't have any answers

Vanilla icing
On the cake
I know you ate
On your birthday
When I found vacuums that obliterate
Me whole

My soul

I want you to be happy
And you don't care

Haven't these streets been flooded with blood for far too long?
That they can't predict my future
Haven't these parking lots been empty?
My dreams die in the worst way

I am not worried
What is there to worry?
My greatest fears are recent memory
And im still alive
Only barely
Still alive

My heart is beating

And as my heart is beating
It reminds me how you beat me
Its reminding me of you
Today's your birthday

Happy birthday

I still love you

I know you hurt me

I know you killed me
 Jan 2017
chris
under the dark sky

a woman sits alone

on a bench, looking up

at the white moon.

“i guess its just me and you,”

she laughs.  

she smiles softly and says,

“i wish i was beautiful like you”

the moon shines in the black sky,

along with the many stars surrounding

her.

“i wish i could shine like you,
confident in who i am,
as a person
as a human being.”

tears start rolling down her cheeks,

the moon gets blurry in her eyesight.  

a soft voice replies,

“but darling, you are beautiful.
beautiful in every sense. every way.
you should be confident in who you are.
it doesn’t matter what others think of you.
you should be proud of who you are.”

the woman wipes her tears away, hurriedly

and looks around but sees no one.

“up here, darling”

the woman looks up to see the moon smiling down at her.
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