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A familiar feeling from a foreign face
The feeling of eagerness, the hope for future
Something I have longed to feel
Since my world has grown dark
I've wanted to die for so long
But won't you make me want to live again?
Won't you take this withering flower
And turn its chin upwards towards the sun?
Bring an end to my endless night
Make me feel the warmth of your glow
And let me flatter you with words
I could make you my princess
But I'd rather you be my angel
Save me from the death fast approaching
And deliver me to a newly opening door
 Dec 2012 Hannah Sobel
Jowlough
This blue borne cold blood
you've erased in me.
you have changed  my inner views,
this black breeze,

And inside my lucid dreams.
this dense excitement;
your spirit have brought me
just like heaven sent.

This energy you have gave us
does not line in queue,
bravely timid.
in control and blue.

Now you're laying your guard low,
and I am thankful,
we had our moments,
our time and tools.

Our ways we cannot compromise,
that set the tone and standards;
our shield and sword,
boasts our missions in placards

without an intention
to hide behind the shadows.
we walk hand in hand
working like bows and arrows.

We tire ourselves,
We shoot the city lights;
calm and serene
this outstanding night.

as we share our stories,
etched within our veins;
I hope you can join me,
until this surreal world faints.
 Dec 2012 Hannah Sobel
Marlo
Giggles escape between her fingers,
she breathes warm gold air,
and lets pink clouds melt on her tongue.

On a friday afternoon she paints her nails black
and they dry pink.
With her pretty pinky claw
she lines up her rainbow of skittles
and lives in each colour for a moment...

Red blooms on her favourite feather lenses

sweet Orange coats her tongue and teeth

warm gentle Yellow caresses her soft skin

fresh vibrant lively Green fills her lungs

dark seductive Blue vibrates in her ears

dangerous Violet spins her, her glasses fall

Black holds her tightly, she gives in.

On a saturday morning her black nails scratch
at the foreign bracelet on her wrist.
Squinting in the harsh light,
she gropes blindly for her
favourite sunglasses.
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
I first fell in love on a ferris wheel
in the brisk cool breeze,
A cinematic night that felt so surreal
a lover's flying trapeze.
And when we fell, we fell forever
entwined with each other,
Onto the sandy beach whispering
"You'll always be my lover."
I felt your touch before I saw you
embracing all of me,
And now I found what I always knew
a place where I can breathe.
With the years that have passed us by
I know that I still feel,
The same I did that night with you
found love on a ferris wheel.
©RobertC.Atkinson
 Dec 2012 Hannah Sobel
Katy Owens
I chose the narrow path
less trod and
not well-worn
Entangled in briars and brambles
I knew my skin would be torn

As I ran along
voices whispered
taunting, jeering, mocking
my decision to take
the narrow road

But another voice penetrated the darkness
a blanket of hope
laying over all my fears
Gently reminding
this path leads home

As I ran I oft stumbled
was quick to falter and fall
Soon I understood
why this path seemed empty
and unworn

For in the moments
when I could
no longer even crawl
strong arms reached out
to carry me to the throne

by Katy Owens, December 2012
Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,--
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,--
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.
 Dec 2012 Hannah Sobel
Whiskurz
In the spring you're my flower
As your perfume fills the air
Your angelic beauty is the reason
All the people stop to stare

In the summer you're the reflection
In a cool clear mountain lake
Your warm smile in the morning
Will cause the sun to wake

In the autumn you're the breath of fall
That whispers to the trees
Your voice is so enchanting
The trees divorce their leaves

In the winter you're the snowflake
You're simply one of a kind
You melt my heart as I melt yours
That's truly hard to find

I guess the season I love the most
And you're the only reason
More than Summer, Spring, Winter or Fall
You're my favorite season
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