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 Feb 2015 Emily BR
ParisThePoet
A dark room lit by fireflies
A frozen heart melted by her eyes
A touch so great it gives butterflies
A feeling so real it couldn't be a lie

A dark room lit by his smile
A heart warmed by the sound of his voice
A moment that is more than worthwhile
A feeling so great it makes her rejoice

A dark room lit by their happiness
Two hearts that can overcome any darkness
Two hands intertwined
And a feeling that will last until the end of time
Short poem with his/hers perspective.
 Feb 2015 Emily BR
Jared Steele
Alone
Webster says it means without anyone else
I say it means when your soul melts

Alone just isn't by yourself
Alone is putting your personality on a dusty old shelf
Like an old book that you've finished reading
You stand solitary and useless
And deep down inside your heart is bleeding

Bleeding from what? you may ask
A simple thing, just one little task
A quest for love...
A quest to live the dream that everyone around you lives
But you can't
Instead it's just you and only you standing there
Hopeless as you stand in front of that mirror

The heart yearns for attention that you'll seemingly never receive
But something inside tells you to believe
Only to be let down time and again
Love hurts. Love stinks. amen.

Your friends always tell you that you aren't alone
But that phrase has merely become a drone
Alone is a constant battle of ups and downs
But mostly downs
And you wonder if you'll ever find love

They say give it time, you're young
But isn't nearly 20 years long enough?
Enough to experience what God intended us to all feel?
20 years by yourself is rough

And after your apparently endless fall
Maybe it's best to leave the book on the shelf after all...
a story from your neighborhood broken hearted individual
Try me and see what I say
Take me and hold me and steal me away
Quite bitter is the fruit though, of which I am wrought
But compared to you, your sweet orchard it's nothing it's not
This is where I go to think,
The isle of banished dreams,
A place long forgotten,
But bursting at the seams,
I come here to think,
I come here to wade,
In the waters of regret,
In here I feel at peace
But no not just yet...
I come here to banish all those pointless goals,
To let go of al those broken dreams,
This place is always locked from me,
But sadness is the key
This place,
This place, is always open unto me...

This place, I come to lose myself in fears,
In anxieties, in dilemmas, all those wasted years,
I come to think, and let my tears build the sea,
This place,
This place, is the true definition of me...

I come here to wonder,
To sit in the sand,
To wonder if I'll ever leave again,
I stare up at the clear night sky,
I wonder and ask "Father can I leave?"
Can I leave this place of sorrow,
where my tears build the sea?
Can I leave this place of tragedy,
where my doubts grew the trees?
Can I leave this place where my questions
and dreams are the sand
and litter this beach?  
Father can I come home?...

I sit here in the dawn of night,
Sitting, questioning, is it ever worth the fight?
I sit here and ponder,
and let the ghosts of my broken dreams
come to my aid,
I feel fractured, hollow, unmade,
I let the voices swirl around me and scream
in my face,
"YOU COULD HAVE DONE BETTER!!"
They bellow and shriek,
I hear all of them,
I take in their council,
I understand their speak,
They speak of my wrongs,
They speak of my failures
I've given them reason,
I'm the reason they're here...

I come here to wallow in my pain,
To wash off all hope,
To be clean once again,
I come here to question to ponder to search,
To want to be better so I walk and I think,
Think along the waters edge,
Along this beach of broken dreams and
fears,
I hope I don't sink,
I want to be better,
I want to be great,
These dreams, these morals, they have yet
to break
I cling to them dearly,
As I tear out my heart, and feed it to the sea,
I want it to drown there,
But it always returns,
It always comes back,
My heart is half the reason I'm here,
It takes you by the hand,
and whispers in your ear,
And you follow it without fail,
Through storm, through fire, with no hope of
prevail,  
I follow it too,
I follow it in and out of this place every time,
She controls it, "Your heart is mine",
She knows it very well,
It's the reason I'm here, this place
This hell...

I walk deeper, and deeper into this place,
To  find where I've hid it,
I must find that place,
It's new every time, but yet, somehow the same,
This thing holds my future, it is my fate,
When I find it I can leave this place,
I can't find it here, not here, nor there,
It's inside me and I must find it but where,
where WHERE?!
It's not a key, but it is of sorts,
It's more of a conclusion, an answer, to why
I'm here,
I feel it close,
Im almost here...

I'm almost here, it's very close, it's very near,
I've thought, and thought, for what feels like years,
I want to come back stronger than before,
I've done it before, and I'll do it once more
These voices I've unleashed that storm inside my head
and help me think,
They help me, they've shown me the way ,
The way back up,
From down here below,
Im leaving now to return soon,
But for now I'm gone,
Until the next blue moon...

Comment some tags as I cant really think of any.
Also title suggestions as this one is dear to me and mine doesn't seem to sit right.
 Feb 2015 Emily BR
Joe Cole
Traveling in the last hours of darkness
Down this long and dusty road
Looking up I see the moon so full
On her journey through the night

I want to leave my earth bound life
And on her take a ride
For she is traveling westward
And would take me to your side

I continue on my lonely way
The sound of road noise in my ears
But if I could ride upon that golden orb
It would wipe away the years

To ride the road of the milky way
To your side where I belong
No radio or CD playing
Just the sound of angels songs

Is it just a dream I'm dreaming
Or could it become reality
To be with you my own sweet love
Just us, just you, just me
My heart will not be denied
Soul, body, and mind
I will not be confined
I'll reach for the sky
This, I will live by

Even after I die
I will be immortal
My words have no goodbyes


**-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
 Feb 2015 Emily BR
Kelly Rose
Another sleepless night
3am, a bit beyond
the witching hour

A time of quiet reflection
Remembering dreams lost
& Creating dreams to be

Thinking of past sorrows
Anticipating tomorrow's
Joys

Another sleepless night

Contemplating Life's mystery
And
Marveling at the
Wonder of it all...
2/8/2015
KetomaRose

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