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 Nov 2015
ryn
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  •sharpened to                                  • prowling  this
  a point•made                                     hallowed night
  to sink easily                                      •to satiate my  
    into flesh •                                         hunger   pa-    
     power   to                                            ngs• know    
     maim and                                            my name      
    disjoint•                                            as i take    
       spilling                                             flight  •      
       blood,                        ­                    cower      
          warm                                          as i ba-      
           and                                         re my      
          fre-                                      fan-        
         sh                                   gs        
•                                •
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Happy Halloween!
 Oct 2015
Pax

Heart is blind without the mind to imagine
Yet the Heart is alive and it beats that speaks our soul
Heart does not function alone
But it's the Center of it all.

Our mind unites the five senses
---------------------------------------------------------­---------
The mind process what it hears
The mind creates what it sees
The mind evaluates what it smells
The mind appraises what it tastes
The mind senses whatever the body touches
The mind is only a machine without its core.
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Heart and Mind connect
Because it's the most important to protect
It's a bond that is part of us ever since we were born
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                                                    It beats our fear
                                                     It beats our pain
                                                     It beats our sorrow
Our heart is our soul                    It beats our excitement
Where emotions are stored          It beats our pleasure
                                                     It beats our passion
                                                     It beats our love
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It speaks in silence
The mind only speaks what the heart tells
They communicate with a language that is unknown

The mind is neither good nor evil
But the heart is capable of being good or evil
The heart is capable of anything that speaks our nature
Even if your heart is dark as the darkest night
Another heart will give flame to start a light
A flame that will serve as light in your darkest night
This is how I perceived the mind and heart on how they work.

see the link below on how was it inspired.
http://willyampax.deviantart.com/art/Heart-isn-t-Alone-296733115

thank you so much for reading.
 Sep 2015
Steele
I am a falcon for you, my love.
The wren may sing; The lark may try
his hand at the heavens; The dove
may coo, but for you? I will dive
                                steep, like falling,
                                deep, like what's calling
                    me to
                                L
                            ­      E
                                     A
                                        P through this sky so blue...

                                Weep when we say "I do".

                                          I am a falcon, love,
                                 but I'll D
                                               I
                                                (V)
           ­                                        E
                                                     only for you.
                                                    If you ask me to; But speak fast.
                                                   The sky's forever far away and above.
                                                          ­But before my dive takes me past,
                                                           I can say this to you at least; at last,    
                                                           My dearest,
                                                        ­   My only,
                                                          T­he sky's forever far away and above,
                                                          ­But for me heaven lives in your eyes.
                                                           ­     I saw you and  
                                                           ­                            fell
                                                                ­                            in
__________­____________________­____________________­_______
 Sep 2015
Jayme M Yaroch
Please
                               leave me a message
               if you like
I
        have gone away, where to I couldn't say
I don't know if I shall ever return here
it is not up to me any more, you see      
my ship has found this mighty captain       
who makes the plans, charts the course        
       and sails us straight and ever onward         
              as straight as our adventure allows for    
          you
          see
             it is not up to me where                 the winds
              may blow our sails, pushing our little ship
             toward bright horizons where dreams
               very certainly do come true.
 Aug 2015
SøułSurvivør
--------------------
\                  /
the quality
of mercy is
not strained
the dregs of
cruelty
n
e
v
e
r
drained


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/28/2015
In biblical times wine was
strained to take out the
bitter dregs of the grapes
Unstrained wine was considered
inferior and practically never
used. It was thrown out
So wine that was so pure it
had no need to be strained
was considered the finest

I'm sure sorry that I am not
on site as much as I would
like to be. I'm doing some
editing and helping a
friend write a book

I'm also a caregiver
for my elderly parents
 Aug 2015
ryn
.
■■■■■■
|.....l.....|
|.....l.....|

• let the
ticks on
my wri-
st•mirr-
or   that
of     my
pulse    •
for  what
i fail to cle-
nch in fist•in
my heart, nev-
er falters; never
•••••dulls•••••
□□□□□■12■□□□□□
  ■11            ^              1■  
■10                 I                 2■  
■9                    ●----->         3■  
■8                                      4■
■7          ­                       5■
□□□□□□■6■□□□□□□

••••••for••••••
with each tick of
the hand • is a
glimpse into
the uncert-
ain future
• let  slip
the  loo-
se   gra-
ins     of
sand•c-
lose the
tempor-
al  gaps
to bring
you......
much
clos-
er•
 Aug 2015
AMcQ
The
distorted
feather of
cigarette
                 smoke
                                         trails
                              upwards.
             It dances
                                    on the
                                             first
                       wisp of wind;
escaping
                 the draw
                                 of cracked
                weasened
lips.
Lips
formed of
                                      withered apple skin
                                                         and stale coffee;
                                            of puckered
                         mouth
              and deep
inhales.
                             Hunched shivering
                                                       shoulders hoist a
                                                                                            shaky hand
                                                                                          toward the
                                                                                    face.
                                                A raspy exhale releases
                        another puff of smoky breath.
The icy air exaggerates
the capacity of old
and tiring lungs.

I foresee this rarely preempted fate.


I quit!
 Aug 2015
moss
the shrill sound
sends shivers
down my
spine
as
I
am
forced
to think of
the time ticking
and never quitting
morning=mourning
 Aug 2015
Lena Waters
SometimesIlookoutofthewindow
And                  Iwo            ­   nder
Ifwe                  eve               ndes
Erve                  this               beau
tiful                   pla                netw
Edidnothingtoearn,andtrytolooka
Tev      ­             ery                thing
Alit                   tleb               itdiffe
Ren                   tlyt               hanI'd
Bee                   nta                 ught
AllmylifeonthiswonderfuloldEarth
For wolf spirit. Hope you enjoy it!
 Jul 2015
Kate Lion
>>>>>>>>>>i    of a well
                 d     t
                r     u
              a     o
            w    p
          m    u
         y     f
       s     l
        e



the more i draw, the more energy i feel expanding my mind.

m
a                                                       ­                                    o     u
k                                                              ­                        l                d
i                     ­                                                               c ­                     s.
n                                        ­                             into the                        
g                                    ­                 w myself
e                                             dra
v                                      a  n
e                ­                   c
r                                    i
y t h i n g  l i g h t e r



(i really can do anything)
 Jul 2015
SøułSurvivør
@--\---

she
lies with
eyes of
frost
---
bitten
like the last
stanza of a
poem unwritten
---
a trace melody
slipping away from
the mind like
water
from
the
end
of
an

i
c
i
c
l
e
pink
under
the
floe

the
snow
eats
her
like

FIRE


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/12/2015
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