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 Oct 2013 heather
George Krokos
It's sometimes known that the hand is quicker than the eye
and that also very often people believe the truth to be a lie.
When the proof for a certain thing is at hand which people only reject
they admit their ignorance and prejudice blinding them to that effect.
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From "The Quatrains" - ongoing writings since the early '90's.
 Oct 2013 heather
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I won't deny
October brings me 'round
September flies
October settles me down
Pumpkins and Halloween
I love to discover
New visions and carvings
Of jack-o-lanter
Handing candy to smiles awonder
Wish my young childhood days
Of October I remembered
But still miss sweet Septembers

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 Oct 2013 heather
Hadley
Do I sleep?
 Oct 2013 heather
Hadley
I am awake
It has been 4 days since I last slept
(or has it?)
My minds eye
goes fuzzy every once
in
awhile
is that sleep?
sleep
is that
that is sleep?
Am I clear
or foggy
fog
foggy
              I am
                Fog
I wait and wait for sleep(?)
Am I real?
Real
reality
I am reality
I am a glorified cloud
of energies
from the earth I was born
and to earth I shall return
is that sleep?
How long have I been awake?
Eons?
Millenia?
Centuries?
Decades?
Years?
Months?
tick
tock goes the clock
what energies are mine
what are yours
are we all one
is one all
I need to sleep
 Oct 2013 heather
Hadley
Detainment
 Oct 2013 heather
Hadley
Don't have the time
or patience
to spit a half assed apology out of my mouth
so I'm detained
Lock myself in a white washed box
Listen to teen suicide
mumble mumble
who am I
and all that ****
We're all trapped in our own heads
Constantly detained
in our own (in)sanity
 Oct 2013 heather
Olga Valerevna
Where are the lines when the time has aligned?
And is there a way to accountably die?
I seek but a grave for this body to lie
Yet cannot submit to the ground, it is dry

A desert of trouble is all I can find
Desperate, I wander and tangle the vines
Here in the moment our steps are entwined
But who was the first to arrive, you or I?

Take up your pen and the hand that you hide
Use all the ink that is harbored inside
Bleed like a wound, it will keep you alive
Why do you fear what you simply deny?

Bury the questions, one sand at a time
Under the doubt that displaces your mind
Come be unraveled, prepared and refined
Then help me uncover meridian *lines
 Sep 2013 heather
Ana Leejay
age extending by the severity of my mistakes
i am nothing but the hours I stay awake
everyone seems to know who they are
cutting jagged outlines of their personality with
cardboard boxes
friends afraid of waking up, diplomas in hand, graduating
but I am worried of staying up, stuck in this timeframe
watching lovers and childhood friends growing into
unrecognizable bodies
days becoming strange hellos and
short conversations

I imagine trees swaying
as if they are dancing to the sound of cars passing by
and I imagine looking at stars is a two way street
wishes being made from both sides of the cosmos
I imagine hope to be universal
and I imagine stray cats holding as much freedom
as the uncaged birds they gaze upon
both, hoping to be found

will I ever know the struggles of a man?
the loneliness of a stray?
the burden of a clock?
will I ever find my place in the Red Sea?
I sit unable to ask anyone this question,
no one understands.
--
it is 4:43 am
I am waiting to grow into an age I can look back at my life
and explain everything by saying
"I was a child"

and everyone will nod.
 Sep 2013 heather
Anna
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 Sep 2013 heather
Anna
Her hands were cold
As she passed the bowl,
Knuckles cracked
Her pearl bones were draped
in blue and black
*Dear winter watercolor girl-
Run away.
Don't turn back.
 Sep 2013 heather
Anna
All these lines-
A hit here,
          A shot there

They cross and cover us
   They complicate us.
**But we drew them.
 Sep 2013 heather
NV
A Hero.
 Sep 2013 heather
NV
The day father died.
Momma said I saved her life.

'Cause the rain of pain that came, drove this widow insane.
Death's affair with life,
only brings it to love in vein.

But momma stayed.
For me.
Though life has gone, there's life that's risen.
Listen! Your mind's a prison.
But I set you free.
From the sorrow of tomorrow.
From the tears of the years,
he will no longer kiss us goodnight.
And we'll fight.
Momma we'll fight 'till it's alright.

And we'll smile again.
I'll smile again,
'Cause momma, its your grave I saved.
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