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 Feb 2016 Magg M
The Dedpoet
Here in the dusk of the day I dilute
Myself into anything:

I am a hummingbird and I go fanning
The flora of the forest,
I move in a slow motion when I watch
Myself fly,
However I am also the wind which carries
Each feather in a flight of fancy,
And soon the Luna dances into my
Fluttering wings and I am lit
By the mist of living water as the moon
Makes them tiny falling stars,
A galaxy is lost in my wings,
And soon I am the rain in the night
As I cover the earth in liquidity
With my falling ways
Giving life to life,
And while the rain I covered
My sad human form walking in the
Afterthoughts of the hummingbird,
As I move into the darkness,
And I remember I am afraid
Of the shadows.
 Feb 2016 Magg M
A Lopez
Why am I this way
Why
Won't it
Go
A-
Way. No More
Sorrow, come again
Another day. Pain
Opening to scars to tar
Decay. Decayed in
Fleshly illness.

Sick.
Popped brain matter
To make poetry
From slate.
 Feb 2016 Magg M
syhlent blue
Crying out to you

Stretching my voice across the sky

Facing you and time

With my emotions inside out

Am I made of glass?

You don’t see me standing here?

You might as well be blind!

        Here I am

Bending my thoughts

Absent mindlessly you have forgotten about me

Even though I’m present you don’t notice my presence

So mark me absent while I pretend to be happy

Everything is so visible

Yet you have made me *invisible
 Feb 2016 Magg M
syhlent blue
To love and be loved

We all crave the same fiery temptation

To feel and to be numb

We contrast the beauty of love

To be broken and to be rebuilt

We have all seen an illusion of love

To smile and to cry

We fear love because sometimes love hurts

To drown and to float

We sink in despair, waiting to be rescued

To be confident and to be insecure

We weren’t born the same

Most of us hate ourselves

Wishing to be remade

Or maybe wishing to never exist at all

To be heard and to be ignored

We hold everything inside because everyone on the outside is too busy to listen

To be untruthful or to be truthful?

Truthfully. .

We are blinded by our fears

So far deep in our tears

We run from love because we never been chased by love

We accept less because we think that’s all we deserve

We reject love because we are tired of getting hurt

We feel like we are ugly because he or she is more appealing

We camouflage ourselves because we feel like society will judge us

We die inside because we never felt alive

We limit love because we never experienced it’s measures

To love and be loved ?

We will never understand it’s depth

Why?

Because first we have to **love ourselves
 Feb 2016 Magg M
GaryFairy
it's all he said she said
until it comes to we said
don't forget the times that we bled
when we wished that we'd rather be dead

never mind those monsters that we've fed
there's words that need to be said
things that make me see red
it's all he said she said
if you can make any sense of this, let me know...then we'll both know

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