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 Feb 2016 Mercy B
Daniel Ospina
Gasping for fresh air
Standing on your tippy toes
In a sea of books
Robbing my time to write poetry :(
 Feb 2016 Mercy B
Torin
Living like a shaman
Reading stars in the night
And feeling the spirits
We are the same
Just cosmic reflections
In a pool of life

I speak to the shadows
My constant companions
I speak to them
But they don't speak back

Dying like a soldier
Fighting through front lines
Tanks and bombs
Bullets to strike me down
A manifestation
The pain of life

I speak to the shadows
As though they understand
And I understand them
We cry together

Being as a madman
A lunatic howling at the moon
With a pain I can't forget
A pain that pushes me on
A realization
The truth of life

I speak to the shadows
With nothing in my hands
A hole in my heart
And a hope that they can hear
 Feb 2016 Mercy B
Muck monster
A companion, a friend
Amidst the dark of night
With a flick, a click
Shines a yellow light

I want to be that little lamp
Perched next to a book
And languidly sit with a friend
In quiet solitude

Entering world after world
Through line after line
Staring advently over a shoulder
Waiting for the next page to turn

Words that bring sadness
tearing open old scars
Words that elate us
With a sudden smile

Not the worst thing to be
In fact i'ld quite enjoy
Content right where i am
Being a friendly reading lamp
 Feb 2016 Mercy B
Rapunzoll
tonight, something a little
stronger than poison
runs through my veins

it festers, intangible,
pretty like belladonna,
sweet like nightshade

it sways in the wind
of my lungs, it has it's
own tune you see.

i know it's a plague,
like him, we've all
been infected once.

tonight, it's angry,
venomous,
gardens of deep rose

and happiness returns
to being but a distant,
wavering sun.
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 Feb 2016 Mercy B
Muck monster
We
 Feb 2016 Mercy B
Muck monster
We
Floating silently
Guardian of darkness

Guide of the lost
Friend of the vagabond

No one is a stranger

We've all met through the light of the moon
 Feb 2016 Mercy B
SøułSurvivør
Can you cure this flu?
I need relief! I'm appealing to you!
It's a nasty bug making its rounds,
There ain't no cure to be found!
I've tried over counter,
And I've tried herbs,
I'm so miserable, there ain't no words!
But you can't help me, cuz I'm in the red,
So I'll take some excedrin and go to bed.
I thought I had beaten this bug! But its come back with a vengeance. I will be off site for as long as it takes to get rid of this thing. I'm sorry folks that I can't read. I still love you all. But I'm feeling lousy. Good news, though, my parents are doing much better! Thanks for all your good wishes and prayers! Love, Catherine
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