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 Oct 2014 ryann
TigerEyes
There was a girl I knew once with an honest name
her name was River n' we flew to Spain
We talked all through the night
n' we were both writers/to our delight --
n' we laughed, and cried
during the whole ****
flight...
I got to know her very well
she was a mystic
that could cast a spell
on anyone
with sunshine laughter/that rang like bells
I wish I could find that girl named River once again...
I'd thank her
as a friend...
She got lost during flight...
somewhere between dawn n' night
I turned around, and she was gone...
she was a treasure/an unheard song
the kind you want to hear /all night long

That girl named River/ she was me...
I buried her that night /in the Sea.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
 Oct 2014 ryann
Born
Prayers
 Oct 2014 ryann
Born
There's light at the end of the tunnel
This is what you've been taught
This is what you hope for
This is your wish

Wish
Wishes don't came true
this is just a fairy tale
No huntsman to save you
Never was a Superman
No Arthur to pardon you

Your sins are your own
Your vessel to wear
your skin
they feed on you
Define you
Leach on your soul

You opened the gates of hell
now the devil is upon you
not us
Upon you

So you turn back to God with shame
but he wouldn't talk to you
you seek more
Weep more
You hope for mercy
You wish for heaven
but heaven!

Heaven is already gone

Heaven doesn't exist
Heaven didn't exist
heaven was never here
you opened the gates of hell
now you wish for heaven
but wishes!
Wishes are just fairy tales
There never here
they were never here
Should be read very fast and intense
 Oct 2014 ryann
Amitav Radiance
The cold heart ushered winter
Dampened embers lay scattered
Broken pieces all over
Love lay there in smithereens
Secret sorrows
White as winter snow
Feels no pain
 Oct 2014 ryann
Maggie Emmett
Dead voices in the head
of a frightened madman

starts humming like electric wires
in wild winter storms.

bursting and cracking like melting ice
in a warm spring thaw

insistent, pollen-drunk bees
buzzing round hot summer hives

grumbling and gathering
swirling eddies of autumn leaves

dancing schizophrenic death
in the breath of city streets.

© M.L.Emmett
 Oct 2014 ryann
Terry Collett
Miss A held up the card
with a word on it

who knows
what this word is?
she asked

the class stared glumly
at the card

a girl put up her hand
is it monster?
she said

no it's not monster
Miss A said moodily

another girl
put up her hand
is it mouse?

O’Brien snorted
a laugh behind
his ink stained hand

it is not mouse
the teacher said
her eyes lifted
ceiling ward

I put up my hand

yes Benedict?
Miss A said

can I go to the bog Miss?
there was a titter
behind my back

yes you can
but no you may not
she said sternly

I pulled a face
she looked at me
I unpulled my face

anyone else
have any idea
what the word is?
everyone has one
she suggested

O’Brien whispered
to me a word
I could not repeat

what was that O'Brien?
Miss A asked

muscle Miss
he said
(not the word
he said to me)

no it is not that
look at the card
look look
she said

we gazed at the card
in her hands

who knows
the first letter?

a girl put up
her hand

it's M Miss
she said

and the second letter?

I put up my hand
it's O Miss
I said

she gazed at me
and the third letter?

Helen put
up her hand
it's T Miss
she said

already whispered O'Brien
ain't long had dinner

Miss A glared at him
the fourth letter O'Brien?

aitch
he said

Miss A sighed
H
she said
one breathes
the letter out
H not aitch
next letter?
she said

it's E Miss
a girl said
on the floor
sitting crossed legged

and the last letter?
Miss A asked

it's R Miss
O'Brien said

so what do all
the letters say?
she asked

Mobster
a girl said
with glasses
(who often
wet herself
if she couldn't make
the bog in time)

no no
Miss A said
look at the letters

I lifted my hand

and she said
yes Benedict?

I need the bog Miss

GO
she said loudly

and I got up
and sped as fast
as I could

just as I got
to the door

Dennis said
it's Muvver Miss

Miss A looked away
she looked
distressed

it had been
a long
hard day.
A CLASS OF CHILDREN IN 1957.
 Oct 2014 ryann
Bassam A
Your scent
 Oct 2014 ryann
Bassam A
I miss your fragrance
when you walk by
It's amazing!!!
The scent alone
is nice but when
you add to it
your spice
it magical
I really love to caress
your hair with
my fingers
and let your beautiful
scent out
 Oct 2014 ryann
Ocean Blue
Newborn
 Oct 2014 ryann
Ocean Blue
One night full of stars,
During the last summer
You broke my prison bars
In a dream which is carved in me forever:
Standing on the shore of River Jordan,
You baptized me
With a name that says who I am:
Ocean Blue.
And to life I was brought by You.
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