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 Dec 2012 Ingrid
brooke
Vestige.
 Dec 2012 Ingrid
brooke
there is nothing wrong
with never having been
loved in that way
(c) Brooke Otto
 Dec 2012 Ingrid
Whiskurz
I'll write your name with rose petals
And lie them on the bed
Put lilacs on your pillow case
Where you lay your lovely head

Your beauty renders me speechless
My words have run away
You steal my breath, with just one glance
I don't know what to say

Your smile can blind the morning sun
As you cause the flowers to faint
You could make da Vinci more famous
But you're much too perfect to paint

The poets of old lay down their quills
For all of their muses stare
For none can find the words to write
Of a vision, they find so fair

Even the diamond as it touches your skin
Sheds tears in utter disgrace
For no one can see its perfect shine
Compared to your beautiful face

Even the words that I've written here
Are scared of making mistakes
For they've asked me to read it a million times
Or ever how many it takes
 Dec 2012 Ingrid
Katlyn Orthman
What happened to the 'I love you's'
To the family hugs?
To the we will be the safe place?
It seems like we're all seperating
Though we are so close
No not emotionally
Just physically
Emotion seemes to have fled
Even though we had pledged
To stay together
She's there
He's here
No love found in the middle of the table
We don't say grace this time
Have we all lost faith?
Has hope disappeared ?
I wish I could just rewind
Before all the bad things happened
But in life there's lessons
The severity of the lesson
Depends on our reactions
 Dec 2012 Ingrid
Paul Hardwick
Blue sat at the bar very
                                 D E P R E S S E D

Red came over and asked blue
would she like a drink
                                   S H E  S A I D

no that would not be good
                                       for tonight i do not feel P U R P L E.
 Nov 2012 Ingrid
Seán Mac Falls
Garden speaks to me,
Simple tale— all in one day,
Flowers follow sun.
 Nov 2012 Ingrid
Zoe Irvine
In the muddle and the mess that is my mind
I could do with some perspective
Someone else's perception
of this one-sided, two way conversation
that's been going on for hours
days
years
I can not be objective
about the very personal subject of
Me.

My life is clearly complicated
I am my self and all the rest of me
and we are a confused and cross-wired bunch

The answers lie inside
I try to dig them out
but when it comes right down to it
I lose the nerve
the will
the reason and I retreat
run back
to on-the-surface sanity
so as far as you can see, I'm happy
look at me!
I smile in all your snaps and photographs
and sometimes the twinkle is sincere
but what we have here
is a well-practised masking of emotion
Make me look more like the me I
imagine myself to be
so that, by the time I get there,
I can provide the fools with proof
that I was never afraid
never ashamed
never appalled or unsure or unsettled
never shattered
or shocked
never wrong, all right;
every night was my party -
and every place was my home.
 Nov 2012 Ingrid
Toro
Ashes to Ashes
 Nov 2012 Ingrid
Toro
Walking down the path of righteousness,
I see the obstacles in my way.
Take each stride as the other precedes it,
As the chains rattle to my side.
Seen as the darkness that clouds the earth,
Being led to the side of light.
These thoughts run through my mind,
Memories of all those I’ve lost.
Those fallen to the same fate as mine,
Guiltless of the crime at hand.
Taken from us for no reason at all,
Torn from life, through fire.
The ropes clench around my body,
My breaths begin to slow.
Looking down I see sticks at my feet,
The crowd grows silent.
A masked man walks with a torch,
Slowly heading my way.
The seconds turn to minutes,
Minutes to hours.
The flame grows, as it gets closer,
My time is at an end.
Sparks fly as the sticks catch fire,
Smoke fills the air.
It begins getting hard to breathe,
Screams fail to escape.
Feeling the fire touching my skin,
Feel the agonizing pain.
The first feeling felt in years,
The end is finally near.
I shake my head and smile,
I’ll be free from it all.
Free from the trials of this life,
Looking up to the sky.
Take my final breath, close my eyes,
Soon consumed by the flame.
Flames begin to calm as nothing remains,
Ashes to ashes they say.
My body turned from dust to dust,
This is how it must be.
As the embers slowly begin to die out,
The memory of me fades…
 Nov 2012 Ingrid
K Balachandran
The morning, milky white,
was dripping from sky to earth,
like desert sands, it extends
beyond my mind.
White flows like benediction
of the cosmos, I tell myself,
is it real or the illusion mind creates?
I swim to the depths,
an emerald cave, so familiar
in many lives, comes to sight,
I take the sword kept there
from its sheath, and dive up
cut the chain of illusion with it.
The white blood of silence
gush and spread everywhere,
I gaze at  the face of truth
hidden by golden leaves*
till the moment before.
*"Leaves of gold cover the face of truth. Please remove Oh! ultimate, for me to see the truth of Dharma"
(15th mantra of Ishavasya Upanishad)
 Nov 2012 Ingrid
topaz oreilly
He died with his boots on
but he was no hero of mine
he was the famous grouse
and hen pecked husband
of a cuckolded wife.
having made the stickleback and
jaundiced  Moon resolute .
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