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From a platform, he was pushed
down onto the ground.

There he landed with a great cry, a lonesome sound,
where the beasts took him with teeth;

molars and canines in the form of sticks and swords for sheaths,
beat him till his lungs gave in, until they no longer heaved for a breath.

Collapsed sacks of skin in a broken body
on a broken roof
somewhere without a name,
just a news channel hook
and gambit,
theme tune and a corpse laying bare on a video screen,
shield your eyes, place a blanket over the body and boy.
for those who have perished.

From CoffeeShopPoems.com
There is a Middle Road between all Worlds
I know this to be Truth
I have always seen it, glimpsed like a shadow in the corner of my Eye
Everywhere I have ever Looked
Everywhere I have ever Been
Everywhere
I have always felt myself to be
Known my Self to be
Standing to one side or the other of this Lost and Delicate Way
Skipping between the Extremes, always
Too High
or Too Low
too Hard or
too Soft
too Strong or too Weak
Too Much
or Never Enough
a Life Exhausted, leaping Across the Divide
from Mountaintop to Mountaintop
Seeking in vain the peaceful Valley on the Horizon
Always in The Distance
always Almost
never Now
Until
Until
until

until I collapse
until I cannot Go Any Further
until I finally Let Go
and Let My Self Fall
and Slide down the Mountain
because there is Nothing Left for me to do
but Lie Down
and Be Still
and Rest
Eyes Wide to the Sky
along the Middle Road
They say
It all will be okay-you're beautiful
As if those words can draw the line
Between bravery and slavery
And clear my back of scars
Left by the lash of sacrifice.
Every choice I have made
Has been a step away
From love, from freedom, from home.
For in this maze of concrete and steel
I must be alone, and always composed -
There is always someone watching
So I keep a steel rod in my spine
And walk towards the end of the city
Pretending I cannot feel passer-bys stare
Sizing me up
Feigning deafness to the murmurs of my pronounced bones and sharp features
All I am is a hanger for clothes
A display, a game, a gamble
They want it to pay off
So they tell me it will all be okay
Because I am beautiful
The gesso splashed
on my flowing arms
and flew through the air.
Not noticing I ran
my paintbrush fingers
through my hair.
The chemical smell hung
in the room
not looming but welcoming
helping to soften
this mind of stone
right smack in the studio,
it's been five years
since I've felt this way
like I'm finally
home.
Daniel Magner 2013
 Aug 2013 helena ferpin
brooke
Nm.
 Aug 2013 helena ferpin
brooke
Nm.
I still
look at the
moon and wonder
if you are looking
too
(c) Brooke Otto
 Apr 2013 helena ferpin
Tarzan
I am a stone,
washed upon the shore.
Picked up alone
thrown fast and sure.

I glide through the air,
elegant and true.
Crash into the water,
but not deep, into the blue.

I graze the surface,
never fully submerged.
Taste a hint of purpose,
but with each skip I diverge.

Skip once, Skip twice
three times, no four.
How many times,
til I skip no more?

Out in the distance
my ripples begin to coalesce
I finally sink
down to deep depths.

As I lay down to rest,
on the sea floor.
How long? How long?
Til I'm ashore... once more.
 Apr 2013 helena ferpin
Marian
Snowflakes of joy falling from the sky,
Snowflakes of joy falling from the clouds way up high,
Hear the children's laughter echoing in the dale;
And the sky is wearing it's lacy veil.
Snowballs flying through the sky,
Singing birds through the air fly,
Snowflakes of joy dancing on the street;
Waltzing to the sound of pattering feet.
Snowflakes of gladness dancing on my window,
Watch the happy children playing in the snow,
Snowballs flying through the sky;
And the clouds smile down from their home on high.
Snowflakes of joy silently falling down,
Dancing and waltzing on the snow-covered ground,
Snowflakes of peace falling from the sky;
Singing birds in the air doth fly.

**~Marian~
© Marian All Rights Reserved
let me be your soul. your fearless night of conquering divinity. your everything true and faithful. your worthy lover. because you taste so sweet my dear, like luscious raspberry sauce and crisp summer sheets wrapped around us. under the stars. your words are fire on my tongue, laughing and rolling down your endless arms, gripping torso. let me bury my face into your neck again and lick the creamy scent of your earlobe. let me fight for you, because the snow has melted my love! our summer is here! but i cry those endless nights when i remember you’re still not here… (sigh) like swimming open water you are a depth beneath me, within my grasp i flow through you. you are my ocean, my incredible buoyancy. you are salty and chilly, stinging my eyes fulfilling my muscles. so let me be your soul… because never have i known one so beautiful, never have i written something like this entitled “For You”
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