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 Dec 2014 Mr X
Obscurity Thought
Don’t listen to the words coming out of my mouth
They are a rehearsal in the mirror everyday
Instead
Listen to the soft whispers of my heart
Telling you ever silent words
In my anger
My lips tell of frustration
In my happiness
My hands tell of a tender love in my soul
In my pain
My eyes tell of hurt
In my distress
My tears plead with you
To please listen
For the burden weighing on my shoulders
Is becoming too heavy to carry
Because you are not listening!
 Dec 2014 Mr X
Shang
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 Dec 2014 Mr X
Shang
the way life used to be
isn't what i miss,
it's each individual moment-
lapsing over and over one another
creating an inconceivable picture
of everything i love,
now lost
(c)Shang
 Dec 2014 Mr X
Shang
mostly it is the darker days,
   povoking thought.
tracing memories from
   forgotten fingertips.

words silenced.
voices forgotten.
perfect mornings.
  always changing.

    mostly it's the same.

feeling reality,
    fleeing god.

tonight, it's perfectly
clear to me.
i'm sorry.
© Shang
 Dec 2014 Mr X
Ryan Jakes
Believe.
 Dec 2014 Mr X
Ryan Jakes
Never doubt that you are loved.
You are a spark of light in someone's darkness.
A monsoon to the thirsty
A banquet to the starved.
An undeniable force of nature
A beating heart against the silence
A hand to hold 'til fear subsides
You are all this and more to many.
You are all this and more to me.
Believe.
 Dec 2014 Mr X
Marshall CB Hiatt
Wine from two jugs tastes as good as from one.

The strings of a harp vibrate independently to sing the same song.

The Oak and the Cypress cannot grow in each other's shade.

And the pillars of a temple must be separated to hold the weight above them.
Khalil Gibran
 Dec 2014 Mr X
The Terry Tree
You call to me through your moonlight beams
You are in every stream
The river is your hair, the clouds your floating dreams

You call to me through your sand grain shores
You are both soft and coarse
The ocean is your tears, the tide your cosmic force

You call to me through your starlit skies
You are the twinkling guides
The lightening is your word, the comets your spark of life

You call to me through your trees
You are in every leaf
The branches are your arms, the roots your inner peace

You call to me through your flowers
You are petals filled with power
Pain lives in your rose thorns, the fragrance lasts for hours

You call to me through your sunlit rays
You shine throughout our days
Without you we are freezing, the light you shine does blaze

You call to me through your birds
You are the song I've heard
With wings of joy you flutter, the winds of love are stirred

You call to me through your rest
You always know what's best
I lay my head upon your lap, the answers are expressed

You call to me through your morning
You are what I'm adoring
I say good-night, I close my eyes, and feel my spirit soaring


© tHE tERRY tREE
 Dec 2014 Mr X
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
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