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 Mar 2017 Ola Radka
Damian Murphy
There once was a presumptuous poet
Who thought his poems were the best ever wrote,
He was quite prolific,
Thought he was terrific,
But he never wrote anything of note!
 Mar 2017 Ola Radka
AnxiousOcean
Nostalgia is a swamp.
Swim.
Don't drown yourself in it.
 Mar 2017 Ola Radka
Kelly Rose
Spring is here? It’s hard to tell
No changing seasons where I live
Just hot and humid, a living hell
Spring is here? It’s hard to tell
Endless summer leaves my joy felled
Drowning my sorrows with Zinfandel
(lamenting)
Spring is here? It’s hard to tell
No changing seasons where I live*

Kelly Rose
© March 23, 2017
I want to be the hand you hold
when the world feels dark and cold,
I want to be the lips you kiss
and your feeling of utmost bliss,
I want to be the one you can go to
when nobody else can control you,
I want you to understand my heart
the way I recognize your eyes as art,
but most of all
I want to fall deeply in love with your mind
and constantly remind you how glad I am
You're mine
Seek happiness and let love find you
for love moves like a butterfly
wildly, and unpredictable
and happiness is the flower she flutters to
a light veiling fog
loitered o'er the river
on this Thursday morn
 Mar 2017 Ola Radka
Pagan Paul
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Hello.
Is there anyone there?
Hello.......hello.
Can you hear me?
Mum?.......Dad?
Hello.
Let me out.
I want to come out.


The darkness is stalking me.
Creeping around my misery.
Touching my arm, pulling hairs.
In the cupboard under the stairs.


Hello.......hello.
Can anyone hear me?
Let me out.
Are you out there?
Please let me out.
Please.
I'm sorry.......
hello.......hello.......


© Pagan Paul (2016)
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For those who like a bit of Dark.
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