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 Jan 2013 M W
Anon C
Coffee
 Jan 2013 M W
Anon C
It is your eyes
I love black coffee
no sugar, no cream
much like your eyes
deep and dark, mysterious
except I am pretty sure once you jump in
unlike my black, bitter coffee
your demeanor is sweet
and skin soft
so you could say
your eyes are my new coffee
 Jan 2013 M W
Anon C
paper
why is a man starving because he does not have it
a fake idea...
paper
is that what it takes to feed the masses
I watch him each day, next to the bridge
emaciated, hungry for days now
all I can do is hand over paper
and hope one day the ways of the world change
for paper should not be what is required
to sustain human life
If I have to I will feed this man each day. He is one in millions though. One who needs a home and so many are empty uninhabited that could house these people.  This is a problem. And it breaks my heart. And I despise money above all else and how our very existence revolves around paper and metal. Sickening.
 Jan 2013 M W
Nathaniel R Horn
Wrists of red
Eyes of black
All I know
Is steel has my back

It manifests pain
Into something real
As I run my blood
And try to heal

For this thing
That’s gripping me
Is making my life
A ******* misery

Gun to head
Plans all set
‘Bout to break
This caps head

Then the bang
As the ravens fly
And roses rain
I'm covered in my shield
Of Death's warm embrace
 Dec 2012 M W
Aiden Williams
Rain falls.
Like the way a drop of water may change the course of a river,
How a seed planted not here but there may for some form of life provide shelter,
How something as simple as a smile may prevent a name on an obituary form,
The joy relief brings when your first, second or third child after 9 months is born,
When one attempts to separate themself from the confinements of society.
When you look into their eyes the truth is seen so in yours you say "Just lie to me",
Not because you love the way they lie but to stop the rain falling from your eyes.
When you say goodbye for the last time and a lump forms in your throat,
You know and they know too that when they're gone you may not cope.
When something as precious as time gains realisation through nothing but death,
When all you have is time how much do you really have left.
Like a single song in your heart which teleports you back to the start.
The choices you made to get paid, get known or even get laid.
How a flower is tall in one season and how it begins in another.
When you woke up this morning but you did not see,
Such a trivial thing as opportunity,
Like a heart or a beat,
A hello in the street.
Rain Falls.
 Dec 2012 M W
Lauren
Requests
 Dec 2012 M W
Lauren
Color me green like my aura
and the needles of the Christmas tree.
Begged, color me free like the forest
and the algae beneath the sea.
Color me blue like the waves up above
and the sky even higher than that.
Pleaded, color me new like the bird's feathers
and the widened eyes of a cat.
Color me pink like a winter nose,
the blanket I clung to as a child.
Yelled color me sinking within myself
when your bloodshot eyes go wild.
Color me black like the darkening night
or the air cupped between my hands.
Screamed color me back into your arms
and I promise to stop my demands.
Color me red like the blood 'neath my skin,
like a rose plucked fresh from a plant.
Sighed, color me dead like a graveyard
as the final word spoken is "can't."
And color me yellow like sunshine
and the rising of christ from his tomb.
Spoke, color me mellow like dreaming
as I look towards my healing wounds.
Color me indigo, color me teal
color my sins. Not forgiven- still healed.
Color me ancient and reborn once more,
color me brighter since I'm still in this world.
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