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 Dec 2014
Nadine Swain
we wake up every morning
to the sun
creeping in through
the gossamer curtains

the rays of the sun
traveled all the way
into your room
to brighten up your day

but all you ever search for
first thing in the morning
is the artificial light
from the screen of your cellphone

why cant you take some time
to stop and stare
at the dust falling around you
dancing in the ever iridescent sunlight
 Dec 2014
Devon Webb
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
 Dec 2014
Kelly Rose
A festive time
we share
Slowly now
the light shall return

The Winter Solstice
is upon us

From one
who always goes
left instead of right

May joy and happiness
find you
as the light
slowly returns

May the gentle
touch of Eirene
live within your soul
Easing
any weariness
that has taken its toll

Not only for today
but for all the
days that follow

Happy Holidays everyone

May this 1st day of Winter
find you wrapped
in warmth
Leaving strife
on the outside
While you are
toasting and celebrating life
12/21/2014
Baby Starr

Look at you sitting there
With your chubby hand
Holding my heart with your laugh
Knowing where I stand

Sweet Baby Starr
I know where you are
Staring at you sleeping
Listening to your baby breath
Waiting for your laugh

Hearing the morning sounds
Under the white mounds
Praying a mother’s prayer
While stroking your golden hair

You are the reason I could fly
My baby
You are the reason I feel so alive

My Baby Starr
Look at you growing up
Asleep upon your bed
Holding your teddy bear
Felling such love and care

With your little arms around my neck
Oh Lord, forgive me I yelled
For some little mistake
That she made


My little Starr
Kissing my little one’s tear stained face
Promising to be better
With each daily light
Holding each other tight
Chasing the fireflies
In the hot humid night
So tiny
But oh so bright

She sat on the table
Swinging her little legs
Her body as released as it could be
Her thought at that time
Was telling the jokes to me
The little girl sat by her mom’s side
“Mom, when will I grow up?”
“Patience dear, it will be soon enough!”
Sweet sixteen her first schools dance

Oh where did the years go by?
“Will anyone dance with me?”
She asks me why
“Patience, my dear soon enough!”

They said you were wild
I said you were free
They said you wouldn’t listen
I said you would to me

Young girl grew into womanhood
And marriage she did go
Love came and love went
Finally one true love endured

The beautiful bride looked
Towards her mother
“Can I make a marriage work?”
“Patience, my dear, patience, soon enough”

Mom it’s Valentine’s Day
I want you here with me
I feel like a little girl
That I want to be
Will I ever be able to see you again?
In the heavenly skies

A cold autumn day, the last leaves
Falling from the trees
Tears falling like rain
“Mom when will I ever see you again?
This is Baby Starr, looking for you”

Soft upon the wind came the reply
“Patience, my Starr, soon enough!”

By: Debbie Brooks

Author and Poet Susan Joyner-Stumpf and I have collaborated on this poetry book to help raise money to help the children with cancer..
here is the following link ...
Please help the children
http://www.lulu.com/shop/deborah-brooks-langford-susan-joyner-stumpf/nothing-but-love/paperback/product-21961423.html
All Proceeds for this book, NOTHING BUT LOVE, will go to the Children of ST. JUDE CHILDREN’S RESEARCH HOSPITAL in Memphis, Tennessee. It is the goal of me and Susan Joyner-Stumpf to make sure that the heart of this book, the words of love spread between these pages, spread also to all these children in their dire needs to know that they are loved and supported by many of us out there wanting to help and do our part. May they never be forgotten. And it is our genuine wish that our book help in some small way make a life better, a heart happier, a child smile and, last but not least, may we give at least one child the hope to carry on in their journey towards health and a long, productive life.
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 Dec 2014
LETITFXRING
Every piece of me  cracks,
Every piece of you  doesn't,
Every time I'm with you
You seem to hold me together
 Dec 2014
Essa Freedom
I'm afraid of
weeping angle statues
Dark library's
People who repeat what I say
Broken clocks
Cracks in my wall
Time crashes
Children in gas masks asking for their "mummy"
GPS systems
Fat people in the government
Fish from space
Planet in the sky
Snowmen
and any thing else which lies in the dark
Thank you Doctor
 Dec 2014
Ann Nicole
Bright white snow
Is useful as padding
In immature wars
Where we all think we got 'em

Bright white snow
Can soak up stray tears
From harsh windy airs
That cause many fears

Bright white snow
Burns my eyes
I love the sight
Of it's blizzardy miles

Bright white snow
Is beautiful in comparison
To your cruel
Harsh
Vile
Mouth

I'd choose my childhood over you any day
 Dec 2014
Crystal Erickson
The epiphanies of my failures
and the reaper of reputations
strip me to the bone
strip me to the bone, and leave me bare to dry
licked repeatedly by the incinerating
UV rays of humanity.
Care not for me.
Care not.
Hold me never.
Laugh, laugh and walk away.

Left to my own, my ingenuity.
I build myself, I create myself.
I unbrainwash myself!
Years of reconstruction.
I succeed to emerge a greatness.
An inner entity of amazement.
No one understands.

Failure?  I wonder..
Pain always lingering in the depths.
Inadequacies, *******.
I push past, deal with, and battle face to face.
To leave dismembered on the floor.
Step on it, stomp it deep.
plunge it down to surface again in light.

ME
hold me, love me if your able.
Never take for granted,
my soul, not of this life.
This place, these people, this society.
I am light.
Capable of so many inconceivable things.
I am light
I need only when I let myself need.
I need you, only if to see me.
The true me,
The me no one can possibly see.
I cry, I love, I feel, I am awakened!

© Crystal Erickson 11/24/07
 Dec 2014
Amitav Radiance
Trust is like the clear waterfall
Flowing down difficult terrains
To make them hospitable and fertile
Its origin is from the heart
That is tranquil and full of love
Filling every crevice
Of the parched grounds
With conviction to soften more hearts
Touch the magic waters
Bathe yourself in the flowing beauty
And trust shall have you transformed
Love to trust
And trust to Love
Hold the magic water in the crucible
 Dec 2014
jackierutherford
Girl ...
I'm so tired of shedding tears -
starting to feel like a hairless cat
Don't know why God made us females so sensitive

We're like ice-cream
sweet, soft, smooth, delicious
taking whatever shape you impress upon us

It ***** ...

When I think I'm over it -
just the merest look or a suggestive hook
throws me right back in a nook

It belies the fact that I'm strong !
Independent, a mind of my own
a leader
Except, - If you look closer
a heart that's made of gold -
which melts at his look or touch
even though, I know
he's going to hurt me so much

I cry - tears of fear
Trouble don't last always
when this has come to past
I will be okay
looking for love again at last

The day will be bright
I'll be coaching my girlfriends on men
having no more tears of my own -
I'll be training her to stand up alone
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