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Let’s go down the rabbit hole

to a land we’ve never known

Let the colours of the wind

guide us to the land of sin

For all the sinners and the saints

whom have thrown their lives away

There’s a place for the wicked and insane

the ones who don’t find shelter from the rain

The lost who yet need to be found

The ones who can’t pick themselves up from the ground

The loved and hated find each other

In this place that is not like any other

There is a place for all we know

That place is down the rabbit hole.

              - Christina Rosa A.
 Dec 2014 Kate Irons
Scott Madden
Defeated,
Energy depleted.
Down on luck,
Out of pluck.
Bruised and broken,
All words spoken.
Wind knocked out,
One last bout.

Raise head,
Not yet dead.
Stand up straight,
Shake off hate.
Dust off self,
Drink to health.
Look to light,
En garde, fight.
 Dec 2014 Kate Irons
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10w
 Dec 2014 Kate Irons
tranquil
10w
How do you
love someone
who doesn't
love her/himself?
him
The fluttering of the butterflies tickle my insides
Every joke, every compliment, every satisfying word
I am in love with the idea of you, the
way your smile meets perfectly with your cheekbones
The way your eyes strike mine in a moment of intimacy
I am in love with your presence,
your smell, and your laugh

Your love is like the fierce wind
I can't see it

But I can feel it
GOD
God Created The World In Seven Days...
I Shattered Mine In Seven Seconds...
God Created Good And Bad...
I Was Good And Bad...
God Created The Devil...
I Was The Devil...
He Broke My Heart The Same Way He Breaks His pencil Getting Frustrated On A Math Problem...
He Broke My Love Because He's Loving Her Instead...
He Broke My Lips With All These Cuts From His Sins...
He Broke My Eyes By Seeing All The Hurt He Has Done To Me..
He Broke My Hand By Holding It With No Love Inside..
He Broke My Face By The Way He'd Punch My Flaws In My Face...
He Broke Me By How Cold His Heart Really Was...
We're In The Same Game;
Just Different Levels..
Dealing With The Same Hell;
Just Different Devils..
 Dec 2014 Kate Irons
aar505n
Sunrise at Newgrange
and
Sunset at Stonehenge.

Value those precious
hours of light
before it is devoured
by the devious night.

The dense darkness
can sense your fears
and hear your tears

Soon to devour
your sour flesh
Leaving a fresh
carcass in the darkness

And where is my
Great Dark Hope?
Gone to get the rope
Or
hiding in the shadows
waiting
baiting her time
Until we are at our weakest

The last thing we will see
are the Darkest Eyes
then hope no more
As our door is closed
and locked

This is the Winter Solstice
This bitter hiss
Death's long and last kiss
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