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Jan 2014 Long To Sail

A New Year

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Anomalous Anonymous

It’s time to take down all the decorations,
They look tatty with no celebrations
to give them purpose,
Bauble’s shine turns to rust,
The tinsel starts wilting
Like flowers left in a vase.

Fragments of sellotape cling to the wrapping paper,
And grab at the walls and window ledges it passes on its way to the fire
Trying to escape death.
At least a kind of death.
Floating up out of the flume to be part of a white Christmas for next year.
A flake of ash that ice molecules wrap themselves around to become a snowflake,
And to think you used to be wrapping paper.

So much tasted of last year,
How much is recyclable?
How much to care about complacence of wastage?
How much should I shed a tear?
How much should I care for carbon footprints and ******* tips?
I don’t want to care at all
It’s too much baggage.

All I want is to fly this year,
I’ll make a kite from the bones of the Christmas tree,
The baubles and tinsel and snow spray stripped,
Now bare of all personality.
Maybe it will fly…
If it doesn’t,
There will always be next year,
Until there isn’t…
…And even when I die someday,
Maybe I will get to be a snowflake.
And I’ll get to fly that way.

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Three people who broke me with 'love' and then you.

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Georgia Marginson-Swart

Three people who broke me with 'love' and then you.

You were my first 'real' boyfriend
And it went well, for a time
But you pushed me beyond my limits
Made me do things I cannot forget
A small innocence lost
And trust impaired

You whispered such sweet things
Into my hungry ears
That craved a love I thought we shared
You whispered the same things
Into many ears
You were the angel I gew to hate

I buried myself
In every crevice of your being
And let you steal pieces of me
For 9 cruel months
In return for the 'love' you gave
We are both alone now
And no less sad

You are perfect
In every atom and fibre
But you came into my life
At a time where I lack trust and compassion
We are both broken things
And by trying to put out our fires
We do fuel them
I want to love you

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Precious Things

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Stephen E Yocum

Precious Things

What are the truly indispensable things of Life?
Those meaningful, forever things,
Those enriching, soul sustaining,
can’t live without, nonmaterial things?
Those can’t reach out and touch them things?
The one’s that keep one breath following another?
Those things that foster the founding of religions,
Those that cause poets and writers to put pen to paper?
Of which most songs and music celebrate?
Those things that have forever inspired questions,
Without clear answers.
Those all so elusive concepts that only we humans pursue,
As essential to us as sunshine, air, water and food.

Those things that all humans spend
a life time in search of?
And far too many never find.
Those things that cannot be bought,
with worldly riches at any price?

These “things” I refer to center on matters
of the heart, and one's own brain,
These are the powerful, abiding gifts of self love,
And the bestowing of true love unto others,
And being the recipient of their love in return.
For without these indispensable precious things,
Though we possess everything else there is,
We remain a mere, empty vessel for want of filling.

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Nomad

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Raquel Cheri

Nomad

Insanity is a funny thing. It's deep inside your soul
a corruption that manifests until the day you become whole
so many adjectives to describe a girl who lives inside her heart
a girl who wanted nothing more then a smile or kind remark.
a girl who did her best to love everyone from the start.
never comprehending the negativity that was returned
not seeing all the variables that work to make the world so cold
a world where hearts are cracking, its a natural disaster.
uncommon for the girl who dwells in the heart that is her master.
but even for a heart so strong the world is stronger still
hits from every angle were bound to break her will
and through all the despair and pain, that applaud while she burns
An entertaining show, but some still want their money returned
Its the system of our kind to build and break our neighbors
and she's breathing shallow breaths, pleading for a favor
anyone to help her, someone to be kind and care
familiar faces avoid her eyes, noses turned in the air
and as her knees buckle, face hits the pavement
through teary eyes of lost self worth, she sees distant movement
familiar shoes approaching, now strong arms pull her off the floor.
carrying her to safety, where she'd be hurt no more.
she knows this scent, seen these scarred up hands.
She looks in his eyes and see's her heart in this man
remembering all the things that used to make her smile
fond memories with this man, from when he was a child
a gust of wind makes her shiver, but in these arms she's whole
It's recognition of the sanity in a reflection of her soul.

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

The nomad

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Nicole Bataclan

The nomad

A nomad's home is the road
His favorite spot, the window.
The eyes wander constantly
Heightened by their vicinity.

A nomad adores people
To his travels, they're fuel.
Differences is what he seeks
A common ground is what they'll reach.

It's a nomad's addiction
Have this world leave an impression.
He'll get smitten with a place
Set off, but not without a trace.

It's a nomad's prerogative
To venture, for him, is to live.
Memories in his suitcase
New experience, he'll embrace.

     For a nomad, it never stops
     There's no such thing as enough.
     Globe-trotting is a purpose
     This nomadic life he chose.

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Phrases grow as we grow

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Francisco DH

Phrases grow as we grow

It's like this
"Count to ten"
"Find A friend"
"Try, try, try Again"

But when we are older

it's like this
"You don't pay the bills"
"Stupid Could gotcha Killed"
"I won't make that deal"

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Another Year

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Shah Ahmed Farouq

Another Year

As far as I know I had years
Years to fix all that are broken
Bring back the smiles and cheers
Remembering the fine moments
Though darkness is all around
Making us suffer and all bitter
Wishing  that we could all be found
By someone to make us feel better
Plunged in the pool of bitter sorrow
Someone comes along sooner or later
Gives us a reason for a better tomorrow
Although it all still remains the same
There comes a time when there's pain
Struck onto all of our fragile hearts
Making us  all lost and drifted apart
Then someone comes along at the end
Comes and heal our aches and pain
Then sooner or later it will get better
It's just the same as any other year
The time and memories seems the same
There's always happiness and bitter pain
We have just got to stick around and pray
That the year  will be filled with better days
I'm hoping that in time things will get better
Hoping that it will not just be another year

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Permafrost

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Kelly McCarthy

Permafrost

Quick steps
hurried
breath
like
frosty
clouds
transparent
between the
stars
where
the moon
once
resided
iced in
heartache
and
sorrow.
Love
is
lost.
No deep
footprints
to guide
it home
and snow
has covered
our lungs
not
a word
uttered
on the
tundra
not a song
sung
in the
northern
lights
where guides
walk
like spirits
transformed
into
shadows
lingering
on
the
edge
of
consciousness.
I scream
a
guttural
call
reminding
me
of
the
animalistic
beast
lurching
across
the
bareness
of my
joy
I accept it
accept
the
thoughts
that
roam
tug
pull
push
****
at my sanity.
I’m no
longer
a
part
of
your
summer haze
the
bitterness
of
winter
has
set
deep
in my
bones.
Deep
in
my heart.
A
permafrost
that no
one
can thaw.
I
am
only
a
hopeless
soul
to
wander
alone
in
the
cold.
And
I
accept that.

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

i can't feel anything anymore

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

La Jongleuse

i can't feel anything anymore

I’ve been lying awake,
suffocated in plastic,
in the wooden vessel,
the people from town,
have left for the dead.

In my sunlit sleep,
I allow my eyes to roll
into the back of my head.
I spend the time dreaming
and poisoning what Tender
remains inside of my heart.

When I was younger,
it was never a duel.
My mind was home to singular thoughts
I was never playing ping-pong
with the mirror.
But now, I suppose it’s all I do.

You could say that I once knew thirsty color
but I’ll admit I’ve grown to forget
It was dragged out of me.
I once was pretty.
I no longer am.
But this is how they want me to be.

So I, myself became a
lazy Snow White,
paralyzed and possessed by
the emotional Fascists
and their ardent marching
which has made a doormat
of the monumental feelings
I once sheltered.

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

The Floater

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Guss

The Floater

The dissonance of your resonating
image haunts my memory.
A drifter in dimensions,
the prevention that kept me from you,
was myself and my trajectory.
Not a man then
but some other lesser mess of a soul.
At first,
with your plasma torch of a self,
you took my hands.
I was left laying still in the dirt,
with my eyes to see and my mouth
to taste the horrid flavor of our tango.
As well as my heart to feel
and my mind to think
but this would be a schism of my senses.
Succubi eventually take them all.
At least all the ones that matter.
Then she kicked me out to Cosmos.
I was flattered at the beginning,
when you told me you loved me.
But now,
I'm drifting into the darkness of space
with my environmental suit,
that protects me forever.
Wandering and Unaffected.
I need a resurrection.