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 Nov 2011 Linaji
JD
Worth It
 Nov 2011 Linaji
JD
I glance around the dinner table. Illuminated by the soft glow of candles are the faces of my family. Through thick and thin, this blood runs forever deep. Each pair of eyes see through a window of pain, loss and betrayal. Each spirit forced to carry burdens much to heavy to bear alone. Yet here we sit. Smiles on our faces, laughter in our hearts. If this isn't hope then I don't know what is.
 Nov 2011 Linaji
Melissa S
I Miss Me
 Nov 2011 Linaji
Melissa S
I have missed me,
I’m just not the same,
Someone else must be using my name.

Some days I feel just like a pair of hands
As if I’m invisible, no-one sees me at all.
Other days I feel like a clock, ticking my life away,
Or perhaps a clouded crystal ball,
Stared at but not really seen.

I still miss me,
Still not the same,
Someone else must be using my name.

I don't think it’s in me to love you anymore,
I wish things could have been like before,
But I needed love too
I have my heart to restore.

So I miss me,
I’m still not the same,
Someone else must be using my name.

Walking alone, down memory lane,
Trying to find the traces of what’s left of me,
But I see someone I just don’t recognize,
Someone who’s no longer me.

Oh how I miss me,
When I’m not the same,
For so long someone’s been using my name.

Am I still intact inside,
Or have parts of me already died?
These gaping holes may be the parts I’ve lost
But I’ll repair my soul at any cost.

I miss me,
I’m just not the same,
Trapped inside,
And screaming my name.
Thanks to a sweet friend Sean for helping me with this one!
 Nov 2011 Linaji
K Balachandran
Sudden fire works
bring spectacular display in mind's sky,
spreading to whole of one's consciousness
like a dervish loosing himself
in repeated spins climbing ecstatic heights--
the moment has a crazy energy,
one can't understand from where it springs.

and when
it gushes out like a flow unstoppable
it takes one by surprise
it's force, froth and foam
would sweep you off your feet

remember the night we kept awake
gazing at each other's eyes
without uttering even a word
completely consumed by a passion for which there is no name
and at day break
drunk with love, fizzing like champagne,
made mad love till dark,
two blue mormon butterflies
flying high above the trees to blue expanses
and above the crimson sun sinking down,
we were clearly out of the world
we would never forget those moments.

I sat down with my inner self
becoming a sharp point
and had a vision, beyond all senses
in that inspired moment my mind was light
I didn't want anything, but to experience it
if I could write it as a  song
a million sounds inside me  would sing in unison.
 Nov 2011 Linaji
Kate W
***** windows open to frigid air,
hard wooden floors, cold black coffee,
mud caked on sneakers, filmy cobwebs lacing corners,
senescent Anne Beattie novels with yellowing pages,
stacks of mail, maybe if unopened will disappear,
dishes upon dishes, a pyramid toward the sky,
a dead Christmas tree,
no longer effervescent,
tinged grey,
incongruously picturesque.
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