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 May 2015 Lynn Legend
Tea
departure
 May 2015 Lynn Legend
Tea
I keep trying to find
the right words to say;
but my throat has gone dry
my voice has gone weak
*and you never loved me anyway
My soul keeps crying out to you
but you choose to let me bleed.
 May 2015 Lynn Legend
Dusan
How low?
 May 2015 Lynn Legend
Dusan
Is this where you're heading?
Your thoughts stoped spreading
How low can you get?
Have you guessed yet?


You can't get out of that deep hole,
you are lost and gone for all.
Don't seek for air, just choke
What you did no one can bare,
how low can you get?
Do you know what i mean?
Have you guessed yet?

No self respect,
Full of arrogance and lies
you keep on losing respect.


Does it matter to you what words you say?
Or are you just another person that changes them,
Every day.
No self respect
No freedom, just another regret,
You cry and slowly inside you die.
But you know you can't blame others,
when it is you who chose the path that follows

How low can you get?
Do you know what i'm talking about?
what part of this don't you get?
Stay out of my head,
i will stay where i am,
and save my head.
You are lost,
Haven't you seen that yet?
 May 2015 Lynn Legend
Urmila
It has two kinds,
One, does not end - a perennial wait for you;
One, bound in a moment - wrapped in your embrace
 May 2015 Lynn Legend
Tupelo
Stones
 May 2015 Lynn Legend
Tupelo
The brook keeps babbling away,
Telling the stones to hold their tongues,
The water to slow down for a bit,
For these days are long
and the nights feel ever so empty,
Daisies have craned their necks over the sides
Hoping to befriend whatever breathes below,
And the brook babbles away,
Telling all the secrets that sailed its spine,
As they pass by the banks
And wave goodbye to those still standing
 May 2015 Lynn Legend
Dawn King
My thoughts of you are like poetry in motion
That fashion an endless bouquet of words
As if it were some type of request from the Divine
Each group of thought
Respective body of
Notion
Emotion
Devotion
Every moment brought on
By obsessive reflection
Or hopeful speculation
Embodiment of manic despair
Epitomizing this neural affair
Somewhere between the realms
Of dreams and constellations
Callus realizations
Curious ideations
My thoughts of you are like poetry in motion
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