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I am suspended in a time that is lost
in the laughter
flowing from my lips.
And no one ever told me,
there is no way out of this.

I am past recognizing solid ground
and burning
from the memories I keep.  
Still, my Muse sings a lullaby
while my destiny weeps.

Paper flowers litter the floorboard
of my heart
and go up in smoke inside my head.
I can't control
a single breath ahead.

My thoughts choose to stay inside the ink
where there's no risk
of living outside this time.  
I can feel dust gathering...
on my rhymes.
Copyright @2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
 May 2013 One4u2nv
Cary Fosback
Come to me
O Spirit
Come to me On High
For in me Faith is waning
And I feel like I could die

Give me strength
To console my mind
From trespasses committed
For doing things the things I condemn
And You’ve already acquitted

Come to me
O Spirit
Come to me On High
That I may not be a hypocrite
So I may not live a lie

Help me now to give all
The Grace You give to me
Break me down to know You well
Remove from me this pride
Bring love into  this shell

For if distaste  should sit
In the same mouth as Your Name
Then I should reap the benefits
Of my shallow game
 May 2013 One4u2nv
Chuck
Dear Friends,,

I have been on Hello since the end of December. Before that I never thought I'd ever have thousands of people read my poems  let alone provide positive reinforcement. Many of you have become very precious to me also. I recently noticed the amount of reads I've gotten, and the number blows my mind. Thank you for supporting my addiction! I love reading yours as much as you have enjoyed mine, maybe more. Keep writing everyone. Thanks for your support. You mean more to me than even a poet can express in words.

Love,

Chuck
I was not intoxicated when I wrote this. Haha
 May 2013 One4u2nv
Tara Emad
They may be cute and soft, but far from kind
They travel through dark, nasty ways just to find
Another's estate so they are fed and nurtured well
but as soon as discovered, their lives turn to hell

They are casted away by any way passed
They welcome themselves much more than you ask
They are known for their senses
Smell being the best
And scurry ahead when you're finally at rest
The inferiority they feel is quite wholesome of;
Their scattered behavior and need for love

Dear mouse, you have exceeded your stay in my home
You've stolen my food and you've chipped off my bones
It is time for me to cast away animal rights,
And off with your head with a snip of a knife!

Aren't you tired of sneaking in, out & around?
From me to my neighbor and back in the house
I've caught you once, and I'll catch you twice
If you're a real fool then go ahead and try thrice
Your life will continue caged in a box
Where other mice laugh at your humorous loss
So before I put you a where you would not like to be,
Go back to your farm where no victim minds greed
The least you can boast when your back with the hens
Is hail to the likeness of mice and of men.
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