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 Jun 2014 Lyteweaver
Ryan Jakes
I watch you sleeping,
Impossibly long eyelashes, black as rooks
flutter against yesterday's sun blushed cheeks,
small digits twitching,
right thumb firmly in mouth
suckling salt soaked skin.

You are the sea my boy,
the earth, the moon and stars.

I sip at my coffee,
eyed by Spiderman
as the Joker grins
and the Riddler envies Dr Seuss.

This moment is perfection,
a little bit of calm
before the tornado hits
with the blue of your eyes.
 Jun 2014 Lyteweaver
Sag
Why do you hurt the only people who actually care about you?
Are you too busy wallowing in self pity and misery
to study the detailed mosaic of a daughter's sympathy?
The brightly coloured tiles paint a picture for you only
yet you refuse to even acknowledge the art.
In case you didn't notice:
I was the one screaming through sobs and helplessly begging for him
to stop, even though I knew you hit him first.
I was the one trying to keep you alive when your skin sunk in
and your bones stuck out and your wrists shook with weakness.
I was the one holding your hand while you were praying to die.
I was the one helping you clean the fragments of broken mirrors off the floor
and I guess I should have known that trying to pick up the glass in your heart
would only leave me ****** and broken, too.
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that I fall in love daily
Held under so many captivating spells
moulded and crafted by all walks of life
I find myself longing for all of you
the broken, the fallen, the bruised
the saints, the sinners
the righteous, the dispossessed
the holy, the unholy
all meet here
to speak of life
as they feel it
as only we know it.
Onwards, upwards
Downward spirals
kindness, cruelty
crashing through boundaries
bounding across oceans
carried on wistful sighs and broken dreams
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that it breaks my heart
Then brings me back to love again
All within an hour.
 May 2014 Lyteweaver
Annie Quill
You know what
I hate about Society?
It makes people
Feel
Like
They
Aren’t
Worth
Anything
You know
Why people commit suicide?
Because Society backed them into a corner
You know
Why people
Have eating disorders?
Because Society
Made them Feel
Like they had to change who they were
To be them selfs
Society needs to die for its crimes
It
Kills
People
Every
Day
 May 2014 Lyteweaver
Austin B
I wonder what you would write,
If you had the inclination to dissipate such woes.
What would be on your paper?
What if my persisting persistence and boastful amount of
hyperbolic word arrangements could be yours?
I would love to read your writes and write your wrongs,
Hopefully your wrongs are just writes
And not a totality of havoc carefully spaced between blue lines,
Whilst chaotic linguistics tend to rise from a certain muse
I guess what I'm saying is,
That I am curious to visually participate in a what seems to be
Something near impossible.
Unless you are me and I am you.
Then my job is complete and I can happily say,
Its not half bad.
 May 2014 Lyteweaver
Lady Ju
Perfection would be nice
But Perfect I am not
I OFTEN make bad decisions
Even when I have Good Intentions

If I measured myself next to you
Would you say that I'm bad?
But since I measure myself next to God
I've quite aware of the mistakes that I've had

But I'm not covered in "mistakes,"
I'm covered in His Grace
So when you ask me about my "sins,"
I already know they've been washed away

Take it easy there
Why do we condemn others, puff up our chest
Do we forget that we've all made a mess?
***? Check.
Drunk you bet
Lied? Why yes.
You have a list? What's next?
I've never tried to hide that I'm a mess
And even in my worst days, I'm still incredibly blessed

Isn't it so easy to measure the "sin" of those who show it so well
But the ones covered in pride, greed, envy, deceit (etc) are those you can't tell
Shall we judge those that sin differently than me and you
Or let He or She cast the first stone if making no mistakes is what you do

I've wrestled with bitterness from the pain that needed my validation
But what can a hard heart fix, but admit it needs help,
crying out in desperation

If my sins are forgiven, past, present and future
Why am I still so slow to repent?
Maybe my "spiritual walk," has made me this content
Maybe this spiritual walk has made me rather distant
Am I searching for God
Or just not listening

Meaning, sometimes I can be overly consumed with rules
Like I'm not doing it right
When God says its simple
Just move to the light

I'm free so if I feel locked in chains
What will remain?
A Slave to my man-made traditions instead of committed to God

And even in trying to do the "right things,"
I still make mistakes
But I'm not covered in Mistakes
I'm covered in Grace

See Perfection would be nice
But perfect I am not
I often make bad decisions
Even when I have good intentions
Traded in my contacts
To see God's vision

Because, I live in my flesh
Every battle comes with a new test
Some I win, some don't end
And I've been hit with the curse called, "I'm Human."
C.2014 Lady Ju
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