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 Apr 2017 imnthea
Deyer
Drowning
 Apr 2017 imnthea
Deyer
I wade through the shockwaves,
Searching through lost toys and
Broken boards, old doors, a stuffed bear
And rotting memories.
They all slip by, my fingers
Reaching but never finding.
The noise is too great; the waves too
High. I can not
Search through all of this,
Surely tomorrow holds
The story I hope to
remember.
 Apr 2017 imnthea
Emily Dickinson
1478

Look back on Time, with kindly eyes—
He doubtless did his best—
How softly sinks that trembling sun
In Human Nature’s West—
 Apr 2017 imnthea
RLG
Glue
 Apr 2017 imnthea
RLG
A piece of me here.
A limb of me there.
A hidden feeling to escape.
A palm in the wrong hands.
An eye pointing the wrong way.
A caustic air in my nose.
My heart was left alone.
My body was in places unknown:
Split. Apart.
Then, I met you.
Now l'm together,
And I can do anything.

Thank You.
 Apr 2017 imnthea
lauren
symphony
 Apr 2017 imnthea
lauren
neither one of us knows how to be angry quietly
we learned that from our parents
when things got bad it was hurricanes in the living room
or the front seat of your car
but when things were good it was magic
because neither one of us knows how to love quietly either
we learned that from each other
 Apr 2017 imnthea
Dark Delusion
Laying in my bed of roses.
With a bottle of whiskey in my hand.
Staring at a picture of you,
I’m missing you like crazy.

Empty bottle dropped on the floor.
The picture I held so dear,
Now engulfed in flames.
Turning our memories together into meaningless ashes.

Staring out of the window,
Watching the rain pouring down.
At least the rain’s not coming from my eyes anymore.
I’ve stopped treasuring you and started to remember myself.

Smiling from ear to ear,
Trying not to laugh at myself.
I hope I’ve moved on,
Even if it meant living with half a heart.

Years passed before I could say goodbye.
Laying in my bed,
With whiskey once again ending up in my hand.
A smile landed on my lips.

I’m still thinking of you on a lonely night...
 Apr 2017 imnthea
Deon
Art
 Apr 2017 imnthea
Deon
Art
The value of art
Lies not in its beauty
But in its flaws
It's not about the perfection
But its mistakes
It's not about the art itself
Or the story it tells
The true value of art
Is how it makes you feel
Felt something after seeing some art that didn't really make much sense but really had deep emotions flowing in it... good, bad and scary all at once
 Apr 2017 imnthea
Renae
Subtlety
 Apr 2017 imnthea
Renae
Tiny hints
So action packed
Thought provoking
Wheels turn
Too fast
Slow that
Relax
Learn that subtlety
Class
Trust the process
Learn the mind
Know a 3 fold cord
Is hard to find
Let it be
That subtlety
Like that
It's unusual
Giving everything
meaning
 Apr 2017 imnthea
Kelsey Rhoads
You know you're broken when
Laughter sounds like tears.
And you have so many dark fears.
When your smile doesn't reach your eyes.
And Your world is surrounded by lies.
When you have no need for life.
You stare and wonder at your knife.

You know you're broken when
You can't do anything right.
In your soul, there's no longer light.
When you can't be happy anymore.
If you understand, I'm sorry. Stay strong, friend.
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