I see the sunlight dappled on the hill,
A balmy afternoon in the late Spring,
I hear the sweet beautiful birdsong still;
It's a time when all the birds sweetly sing!
And the meadows of flowers sweetly blow,
They perfume the air with fragrance so sweet,
Sometimes at evening when I walk slow;
I stop to see those flowers at my feet.
I stop and stoop to smell their dear sweetness,
For they are filled with everlasting grace,
For sometimes they will my fair cheeks caress;
And brush their petals up against my face.
I admire they're so very sweet beauty,
They are a very fond treasure to see!

*~Marian~

Look at me;
watch as my body
caves to your
everything.
Your hands are
like a poison
seeping into
my skin,
infecting every
inch of my body.
But please,
continue on,
I won't dare ask
you to stop;
You're easily the
worst, best thing
that's ever happened
to me.
-JRM

Crawl across
this bed love,
and greet me with
your sweetest kiss.
I don't need a
million things
to bring a smile
to my lips,
just give me you
and I'll be content.
-JRM

I'm such a fool;
I fall too easily
with anyone
willing to love
me in the moment.
I get attached,
and they go home.
I end up the way
I started, only
feeling lonelier
than before 'hello'.
-JRM

As I lay awake in wait.
Before the sun is up to start the day.
Creating radiance for all to behold.
Darkness will be waiting, watching.
Though the sun won't let go.

**-N.C.

I am gazing up through mirrored glass
At dreams and aspirations once abundant in my mind
I watch them as they float overhead
Sorrowful, and mourning at the distance, the barriers
But in this mirrored glass
I see only my own mourning
And the sorrow of my life fragmenting
And slipping away amongst the riptides
Whilst currents pull me under and under
Where I stare at my own failures
I am thousands of fathoms deep
And still sinking