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You could no longer
  hear 'neath the winds,
nor feel watercolors
    in lullaby tears,
   for the torrents had come,
     as sun splintered
        and darkly
    shadowed spirits
            were cast by
                eradicated
                       constellations
 Jul 2015 Elijah
AK Bright
What is it that holds the oceans back
or makes the flowers bloom
what is it that hangs with precision the sun
and makes it to chase the moon

What is it that makes us savor love
and makes our minds to dream
what gives a baby his first breath
and just the right air to breathe

What makes us long for something more
Contentment, a school boy's crush
We chase it around 'til we think it's cornered
But it always escapes in a rush

We're all searching for something deeper
Something beyond our mortal power
We won't find it in our vices
Or atop the Ivory Tower

I found the answers in eternal hope
And everything unseen
My treasures lie on the other side
This life is but a dream
 Jul 2015 Elijah
Shivendra Om
My hands on fire
—flaming wings
in a paper heaven
—burning quills
of some hell raven


I'm writing words
turning into ashes


My smoking corpse
is all remains
burned to bones
with no remorse
by Luca Shivendra Om
© Luca Shivendra Om
 Jul 2015 Elijah
Jolene Heather
I tenderly hold these leaves
and have watered them
with my joys and sorrows
This is a strong
and determined little sprout
it has lived off of only
moments of the sunshine
that is your face
imagine where this sprout
could grow if it
were to bask in your warmth often.
 Jul 2015 Elijah
TYRAN
Cold Night
 Jul 2015 Elijah
TYRAN
It's a cold, cold world.
Better be careful, little girl.
The earth will swallow you in whole.
Even in the comfort of your home.
Only the strong survive.
So where do people like me reside?
Starving for greatness in my purpose.
Cold night breaks me down to consider if it's worth it.
There's a demon inside to tell me otherwise.
Want to feel special. Want to feel alive.
Is there really a light?
Or have I been tricked by the illusion of life?
The fights in my mind of good and evil.
What to believe is not that simple.
Eyes sewn shut by the devil.
Suddenly my dreams are in trouble.
Is there really a light?
In the deep of night, out of sight.
A late night can drive you crazy. A poem dedicated to when all falls down.
 Jul 2015 Elijah
Lunar
heart strings
 Jul 2015 Elijah
Lunar
when i played your song
and a chord was struck within me
it seemed like i strung on my heartstrings
my fingers smelled of blood
my guitar is my heart
and out flowed
the intensity and rust
of our forgotten past
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