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 Dec 2013 Psylocke
andy fardell
The glass stands empty
Waiting me
Wanting me
Needing my fate
The end is fallen
Tears all stolen
My cry filled in a desert never dry

I sit in a silence of remorse from my past degrade
I sit to end it all
I sit to fail
I sit cos standing aint my wake
Be the grass painted green  
So I be colour blind

Fill me up and let me swell
Be my poison
Be my will
For I am me and me am I
The world goes spinning
A wait until I ???

The glass stands empty
Waiting for the fill
Another me
Another you
Another had it all
Until
 Dec 2013 Psylocke
matthew meier
the glorious morning, of birds performing
        the sun's rise, a beautiful prize
a drop of dew,
                dripping in view
to awaken my eyes.

a gift of sorts, of moments too short
        of reds and blues, and yellows and hues
beauty perfected,
                the sun resurrected
to remind me of you.
 Dec 2013 Psylocke
Ashley Bertram
She's come so far
For everything to fall apart.
She masks the pain behind
A sweetened, broken smile.
The truth, so plain,
Stares her down.
The simple sound of her own shame
Haunts and taunts and blocks
The way to her dreams.
She's the end, and it's coming.
About to break, and fear has escaped.
There's no where left to turn,
But to fight the insanity.
 Dec 2013 Psylocke
Earthchild
Memories of you claw
endlessly
at the back of my delicate mind
iron nails dragging
down that charcoal chalkboard
SCREAMING

Photoflashes off all those
endless moments, blinding me
images I can not seem to burn
could I please
pour the gasoline
ignite
let the flames engulf
the memories

Let them degrade to ash
let the ash settle
into the roots of my wilted flowers
let the sun shine again
like it used to shine
like it did
oh
so long ago

You are nothing but ash
 Dec 2013 Psylocke
REAL
Tell me your thoughts
of the deadly winter
and i'll"will say
"come under the covers with me
and follow my steps"
even though oh
my steps are faulty
i'll lead you the best way i can ohh

oh with these snowy flakes
take me away
with your -40 kisses
so we can freeze this moment time

OH OH Ohhhh
I'll tell you dear
my thoughts on the deadly winter

and you will say

"good, cause all i wanna do is sleep by your side
as the world freezes outside"
December 6th 2013
His light is out
But, the sky is brighter
Prisoner 46664
The Worldly fighter

His battle over
The fight still on
Prisoner 46664
His being gone

A man of compassion
Now at rest
His Legacy now
Will be the true test

His body is resting
His light in the sky
A man of the people
No Madiba....No Cry
 Dec 2013 Psylocke
Natasha Teller
for Mark, on our wedding day*

I.

beneath trembling constellations,
your eyes reflect orion
and i realize--
the ink of night has drawn us into
wick and flame.

fragile orchids bow at the shell of your ear,
my lips in their wake,
whispering of light and shadow and love,
violent and fierce and
angelic.

my face is pale against the wind.
your bones have all but disappeared.

II.

you are as coal and ember,
fugitive in my fireplace,
dancing songs upon my cold skin
with dark fingers,
laced into the atoms of night.

the votive flame waltzes
in its mirror of wax,
our vigil;

tremulous as the first breath of midnight,
steady as the whispers of ivory
that dust the unbroken canyon
glittering under the full moon.

III.

your name breaks open
shattering over stones like starlight--

the resonance echoes
in the spaces blurred by darkness

and i am lulled to sleep,
to shelter.
 Dec 2013 Psylocke
Emily Pidduck
Could vous just take a second, a moment, one solid instant
to visualize the boy in the stall with more felt lacerations than words of admiration.

Could the bold, bright, beautiful ones start singing
because I'm sick of the loud talk that goes through the motions of lingering
in an echoed room as they "try" to save the oceans - tell me, did we
litter on the way there? There's a forgotten world in stories told of heroes, breathing clean air.

Could the world give one more shot (a mountainous event) because history needs valor.
But technology is further than requirements for bravehearts to trigger a gun. Envision
a man four foot high, who stands a flag where poppies lie because he was that lucky man
who watched his fellows die
I'll say, weaponry wields death to We, naught could prove me wrong.

Could the world be a little bit more tight; bring back the mystery of gentlemen.
We're too loose and on the edge of loss, and the cost - oh, the cost
is sentimentality that somehow became disconnected when
baring your soul and stripping bare became two
and when I meet the one, my mind is plagued that we shall only amount to half.

Could the world be about more than the new, the sophisticated
or have too many eye closed to the life before the Dodo's died; now only
one view: to screen the disease from the rescued swingers, sinkers and singers
ahhhhhhhhh! basking in captivity: to compensate, we take back by metabolizing habitats.

Could the world be about to - because me and mine are everywhere,
but mind: the brain's likely to reach revelation. Clap, we will excel. After all,
when the world explodes and we reconnect, I'm sure each will preach and teach and leech
until it's known - We'll thank Gutenberg as needed, but printer is no master
when the minds are intertwined. But P'haps it has been a bad morning because I've known you
and you've bled true - long been fixing those around, so they aren't torches who warn off monsters,
instead they shave down fangs of loathing, there's no - not one! - beast they burn.
And don't I wonder? Ah yes, I do wonder: that now
Could the world be about to turn?
I realize this can be slightly confusing, but I promise there's a reason for all of it, so feel free to ask questions. Mostly, I wanted to add world afflictions together because each is unique, but equally important and sometimes I forget the ones not in front of me.
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