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Dec 2012 Moe

Marigold

My soul is ancient.
And it is not mine.
In darkest reaches of my heart I am told I do not own it.
I am impermanent.
I feel interminable.
My soul reaches to those around it,
But finds little kinship.
This soul and I are locked together
Out of time and place,
We are anachronisms.
You have seen us before.

Dec 2012 Moe

Albert Camus

Dec 2012 Moe

Tom Orr

Albert Camus

"A character is never the author who created him. It is quite likely, however, that an author may be all his characters simultaneously."

Dec 2012 Moe

Sabotage

Dec 2012 Moe

Amanda Fletcher

Sabotage

This world is fragile.
Those hands aren't worthy.
Those words aren't just and
These actions don't suit.

Take it to the line.

You don't see the damage you do.
Your destruction continues to spread like the plague,
Burning our hopes and
Shaking our souls.

*Ouch

Dec 2012 Moe

Lightswitch

Dec 2012 Moe

Amanda Fletcher

Lightswitch

Jump.
     Well, no, actually.
            I don't want to jump.
I want to leap
and skip
and dance into a new sunrise.

It's time to turn off the light
and close the door,
Because it's really getting dark in here.

Close your mouth,
mute the babel,
bare your ears.
****** I'm speaking to you.
Not with my mouth,
with my heart
and my soul
not my brain.

These aren't feathered words.
This is my distress.

I'm sorry,
I'm going to turn off the light,
  close the door
    and dance.

Dec 2012 Moe

She Stands Alone Crying

Dec 2012 Moe

Anon C

She Stands Alone Crying

She stands alone, at the edge of an abyss
so long she has sought answers to the question
her mind cries to the night, so shrill but unheard
"Will not something answer, I beg of thee!" she screams
is there truth within the haze of her insanity
or is it that she is standing alone, crying to naught
she has been broken, so easily again she will not be opened
one day may she crave it, but nay too many times....
so alone she cries, eternally, into a chasm, begging it to devour

Dec 2012 Moe

The Bone In My Back.

Dec 2012 Moe

brooke

The Bone In My Back.

It was interesting
the way my sore muscles gave
I don't often enjoy the things
people do for me or try to do
for that matter
despite having always been
willing to do those things for
them, I realized that there are
times when maybe I should
let someone rub my back
without worrying that they'll
feel my scars.

(c) Brooke Otto

Dec 2012 Moe

i fear silence

Dec 2012 Moe

Lucky Queue

i fear silence

I fear the silence
Not the warm enveloping smiles of silence
But the stagnant cold sterile suffocating silence
That drowns me, leaves me numb
Cold
And alone
Curled up in a corner
Sobbing for hugs and a few words
Of someone's whispered comfort