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 Jun 2014 Marigold
skyler molina
Forget what you know,

Free your mind of all existing teachings & memories,

Think of all of the things that you've been too scared to think of or to say out loud,

Now refer back to those thoughts as you think of this idea:

What if,

The world is simply your heart,

&

The things that can break your heart are the things that are also keeping it alive,

Oxygen & other human beings.

Now what if I told you that the world only needed 3 things to survive:
Oxygen,
Water,
&
Your heart.

Now believe that.
Take it into full consideration of those things.

The world is now closing in, just like your heart was that night he (for some reason) never picked you up from your house & never again answered any of your phone calls.

Ask yourself what you did after that night that kept you alive on this earth.

I mean, all odds were against you.

Everyone expected you to close in from the lack of oxygen the bonsai tree on your desk was giving you & from all the non-existent human interaction that you were getting, that only he used to provide for you.

But you realize that you are still here.
Just like the earth.
With a fully mended heart,
With ribs that are filled to the brim with air,
& a smile that could **** the bacteria that has been fondling your thoughts for the last 8 months or so.

I'm not trying to state the obvious fact that "life goes on, so don't give up."

No.

I'm trying to say that even when all the oxygen in the earth is evaporating to nothing,
&
the water has turned into oceans of tears,
&
your heart is filled with the fear of never feeling back to full normality ever again;
The world still spins, because it knows that because of the continuation of it's rotation, it makes the humans that inhabit it, live on happily,
even if the world knows that it itself cannot;
&
The same goes for you my dear;
Even after your ribs get rusty,
&
Your eyes become a desert,
&
Your heart turns into a metaphor for death;
Everyone needs you to keep on spinning,
for them;
even when you feel like you yourself cannot.

In conclusion, my point is:
For the sake of humanity,
Don't give up.
 Apr 2014 Marigold
Daniel Magner
there are times
I wish phones
never existed
so people that
stepped out of my life
weren't inches
from my
fingertips
Daniel Magner 2014

cell phones are a double edged sword
 Mar 2014 Marigold
Traveler
Open books of cryptic mysteries
I re-read each stanza twice
Deep meanings begin to surface
Emotional chemistry entice

I am but a skeleton key
Struggling to comprehend
I jimmy the locks of Pradip poems
My simplistic mind ascends

Sally soft warm place
Reflect upon our souls
Rained-On Parade a night
Of pain I've never known

Weeping Willows guide
Her spirituality shines
Nap's words freely flow
Creep up from behind

Noose upon my darkness
Depoet mind that bends
Srj1000 my colleague
Chafer celtic hymns

The mysteries grow deeper
So many poets on my list
You take me to a special place
A little red heart I can't resist...
I would like to mention everyone but there's too many
Inevitably Raised by Duck , Whisker's Rhyme, Amy, Maria, r, D.Rose,
K.Rose quinfinn, P.Orchid, Alice, MJS, Fox, Sydney, Liam, Timothy, Author, Gabriel This list has no end....

P.S. And my nephew BORROWED, who borrowed some of my poems.
 Mar 2014 Marigold
Traveler
These are the passages
of eternity
A translation beyond
right versus wrong
The questions of life
bear no relief
nor answer
While the raging heart
beats on...

Inherit the burden
of forgiveness
Your belonging
has tied your hands
Join your heart
to the universe
Heed the call
take a stand...
Traveler Tim
re to 05-17
No offense intended.
Proseletyzers:
I once was blind
Now I can think for myself
 Mar 2014 Marigold
Quinn
february
 Mar 2014 Marigold
Quinn
today, I was asked,
by a machine,
"what's the best thing
that happened to you this week?"
and, it followed up with,
"don't be afraid to brag."

I spent awhile wondering
how you might
compute and crunch
just what it means
to receive your first hug
from a third grader
who you're harder on
than most
because you know
behind the lack of focus
lies genius left unexposed,

but I'm pretty sure
that's made every
sloppy, sludgy, snowy
trek this month
more than worth
my while
 Mar 2014 Marigold
Quinn
i take pieces of us,
of you, of me,
and i tuck them
between couch cushions,
into empty cigarette packs,
amongst sheets stuffed
into the crack between
bed and wall

i hide them in places
meant to be found

i'm not planning on
losing us,
on losing you, on losing me,
but,
there are times
when i'm unsure
of what to do
with the pieces
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