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A poem a day
Keeps the doctor away
Two he may need to be called

Three poems a day
The doctor’s on his way
No way could his coming be stalled!

Four poems a day
The doctor has to stay
Five and tough is his work

If the number are six
The doctor’s in a fix
How could he stop the flying spark!

Poems by the hour
Is beyond the doctor’s power
Poems by the minute is his bane

It’s where he loses self
Badly needs a help
To be declared utterly insane!
 Oct 2014
Argentina Rose
You may not have been birthed in the soil,
and granted,
you will not blossom
when spring melts winters wake
but inside of you
grows a thousand gardens
full of exploding stars.
You are of the earth
and your ashes
have been constructed with stardust,
and set free with the wind.
So you may not have a pretty face,
and your body may hold stories
of too many moonless nights alone.
But if you reach inside,
you will find a forest
for a ribcage
and a restless ocean heart.
So don't ever let anyone tell you
you are nothing.
You are a galaxy
holding a million different planets,
and my dear,
that is not nothing.
 Oct 2014
Juliana
I found myself writing about you again.
3 months ago I was writing to you.
Having those deep conversations until noon.
Talking about everything and nothing.

I don't even know why am I writing this.
To be honest I don't even miss you, neither the feelings you used to give me.

I'm burning this poem attached to the photos and everything that reminds me of you, of us.
This is the last goodbye my dear.


-J
 Oct 2014
Kayla Hollatz
If the sun had hands, he’d reach out
to touch the curve of the moon’s spine, tracing
his fingers along each crater as she lit up
for him like a paper lantern
in the sky. His flamed limbs enveloping
her, his Luna. The arch of her back
against the backdrop of night, her fullness
intoxicating. After all this time, still burning for her.

When the sun was given hands, he cursed them
as he watched the moon crumble
into ash in the blaze. His hands were Rome
and he couldn’t stop the collapse, the ruins of her
scattered across his cupped palms. He prayed
to Moirai for revival, but all three gods
were silent. Choking back flames of fury, he tossed
his beloved into the black expanse, each flake still lit
with a passion to rebel the stars
that continue to burn with foolish hope.
 Oct 2014
Echo
~Bell rings,
It's you and me,
You've got me laughing.
Crush, Crush, I'm mad about you!
We don't like the romance!
We just laugh and flirt all day,
It always seems to go the perfect way.
Hearts around your name,
Wow, goodness, I am so lame!
I like you, you can make me smile.
Talk to me if even for a little while.
Crush, crush,
I am not shy,
You are such a handsome guy.
Yes indeed, I dream of you,
I hope someday those dreams will be true.
How do I read your mind?
How can I tell what's inside?
Do you love me the way I do?
Or do you see us in a different view.
Whatever the case, I am sure it's you.
Let's see if you'll leave me some clue!~
We like the same music and you never fail to make me laugh.
Is it my calling to ****, do I adhere to follow those that sing such an operatic call for
death.
I wait in earnest for my provider with fain instructions to request this body to invade
with evil destruction upon another. I request, no, beseech that this is not to be the
case.
Beg implicitly that I shall be freed from this unlawful and ungodly task. Something
deeper warrants that I follow, in deed demands that I pursue this most superfluous of
destiny.My argument is futile falling so fluently onto deaf ears, if only I could
reciprocate
in same kind. If only this persecutor would leave, get out of my head, Exorcise itself
from
within this troubled mind. But nay the barracking continues incessantly.I wake in
unusual
surround, bandaged in bloodstained attire. How or where remains mysterious? Why?
Even more so. I cry into the night. I cry for this cadaver, this shell bleached in such life
giving elixir. I cry for me.
Lock me away I plead. Padded cell is my destiny my only resistant, use any form to
remove this incessant drone. I pray to my God to release me from this bond but only
Devil answers my calling.
Posted Aug 24th 2014 © Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014.
 Oct 2014
Tina Marie
For so many years I wandered
Through the night
With your sister Selene,
Laughing and smiling:
A grim facade
So no one would question me.
Her cold moonlight
Allowed my charade to go unnoticed.

Little did I know that you,
My very own Helios,
Were floating through my night unseen
On the flat underbelly of the earth.*

Then without warning
I saw your other sister Eos.
She taunted me
With the first of your rays,
Giving me a glimpse
Of what it meant to walk in your light.
Snatches of the impending dawn
Teased me with their muted hues.


Suddenly, you in your golden chariot Peeked just over the horizon
I tried to flee west;
Afraid to believe
The warming rays emanating
From you could be real.
I tried to uproot the gleaming tendrils
From my jaded heart
But I couldn't outrun the sun.


So I gave up trying.
I turned to face you.
I kept my eyes closed at first,
Cautiously
Letting the radiance of your being Illuminate the damaged corners;
The scars of my aura
Layed bare before your brilliance.


And still you came.

So I opened my eyes
And saw that every scar,
Every damaged piece of my spirit
Was made beautiful
Before your smoldering gaze.


*Joyously I took your outstretched hand
Now I wander with you
Through the painted mesa skies
From cloud to cloud
In a leaping pirouette
Never to allow the night
To take residence in my heart again.
 Oct 2014
Dhaye Margaux
To the moon...

That witnesses my tears on gloomy nights
And hears my cries on hopeless fights
When it feels my weak and shivering arms
When it sees my fears from possible harms

To the moon...

That makes me see in the midst of the dark
And shines on me and leaves a mark
When it gives me strength and helps me stand
Like I'm not alone in this cruel land

To the moon...

I thank you so much for the light you give
It means so much, like a gift I receive
Your shining beams that make the world to see
The courage, the strength, and the beauty in me!
Moonlight...shining bright
 Oct 2014
Hayley Cusick
drop me in the ocean,
let my arms wave.
let me drown
in the waters uncharted
and regained.
balloons floating above me,
filled with my unconscious dreams.
I struggle and tug at the strings strangling me
it all hurts so much
 Oct 2014
Harley Hucof
Give us lust
Give us bliss
Set us free
Play the music
For you and for me
Look to the stars
Follow me
Follow the line
Kiss me twice
We've been wasting time
Love me slowly
Kiss me again before you go
We will meet again
The world's insane

Are we alive?
Is this real?
Or is it just a dream?


Words Of Harfouchism
 Oct 2014
wordvango
One day
            we will sing together in perfect rhythm and  harmony
the song history has been awaiting
            the song of stars colliding destiny aligning with the past
and futures bright
            eclipsing the dark vast empty expanses
shining will be  the sun
            melodies of all voices
with a piece of peace
           remembering the beginnings.
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