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 Mar 2014 Manny
Steven Hutchison
There is a quiet conversation
we hold between our ribs;
the dialogue of flesh and spirit.
Most have heard it once or twice.
Some don't know its timbre.
Others find themselves in the woods,
knee deep in a creek's cold waters,
and their bones begin to echo
the angels in the wind.
 Mar 2014 Manny
Tamurray
Trapped
 Mar 2014 Manny
Tamurray
I was born with a brain that takes hurtful words to heart which turned my world into a disordered mess
I cannot dig my way out of this chaos
I am trapped in my own skin
 Mar 2014 Manny
1923
Sound-waves
 Mar 2014 Manny
1923
If you really like music,
                  there is a tambourine in my chest
and I am almost always shaking. Let's hang out
                  and study each other's octaves while the sound-waves
travel in and out
 Mar 2014 Manny
Nat Lipstadt
on fine paper,
quality paper,
deserving of thoughtful
care and consideration,
summon courage,
write for one,
even if too many will indifferent read

write for the one,
who will wait for you,
long after closing time
for the need to say
Something
of thanks,
something that cannot go
unsaid

write for the one,
who cannot say
what they needs to say,
and in their stumbling style,
fumbling unsuccessful reach,
says it better than anyone

write for the blind and
sing for the deaf,
be their guide,
be their intimate,
aid them to escape boundaries,
by granting them the saws
to cut loose binding emotions,
share with them your most
intimate courage

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"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things."

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
 Mar 2014 Manny
R
Neck Pains
 Mar 2014 Manny
R
i lay here in pain
waiting to find a way
to ask if you'll ever leave.
people often do,
and some say that you
would not mind forgetting
your feelings after awhile.
how am i supposed to believe
"i love you's" when you can
pull away ever so quickly?
the twinkle in your eyes
makes me believe in our future
but stories often told of the past
remind me that i am only a person
worth leaving.
hmm.
 Mar 2014 Manny
Veena Aneev
If I had a rose for every time you've broken my heart and driven me insane

I would build you a bed of roses
                   and a pillowcase of leaves

And every night as the flowers began to wither and lose its luster

I would build you a new one
                 a bed as timeless and delicate as you

Again, my love, you've managed to break my heart
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