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 Mar 2017 Raquel E
Keith Wilson
I am a pen
Safe in a warm hand
I can write poetry short stories
Even novels
And I am always put away safely
Ready for the next time.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2017.
Inanimate object poem...... I like to write these
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
Ray
Old soul, your old eyes
those crows feet I used to sit and count
1, 2, 3, how many were there again?
I'm starting to forget;
The laugh, the voice,
the smell of your day old hair.
The desperation in your feet at night.
But that smile, I'll never forget.
The way you smiled at me,
one day, someday
I hope your smile fades like the rest.
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
LCM
The Loner
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
LCM
They say we’re crazy
When we care too much
When we don’t care enough.

They say we are too emotional
When their little lies and broken words
Find a way to creep inside our guarded hearts.

They find a reason to tear apart
Every beating unbroken heart.
They whisper and they talk down from behind

When we give up, when we decide to be alone
When we must travel far, far from home,
It won’t matter how you act, what you say or who you know

Because they’ll find a way to call you crazy
To attack without any pomp or show.
The loner will always be crazy,

Failing to conform,
Acting different than the norm.
If you guard yourself and don’t let anyone in

They’ll find a way to make you pay.
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
Shawn Mehaffey
I burden you,
I know that.

Because I give you a choice.
I'm terrified you won't choose me.
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
Noxx
Intravenous
 Mar 2017 Raquel E
Noxx
I was born with glass in my veins

Let the shards out through slits in the wrist

But somehow a few found its way to my heart

With equal part pain and equal part promise

To bring me an end in the most colorful of fashions

A rush of bright red out the chest

And a flush of pale white in my face

I wondered what it was like to love

But then again, I guess I always knew
Threw his heart like fast ball
bad call sitting very high on his last straws...
Nothing really changed ;
continued broken cycle
His fortitude deranged

Why bring pain on yourself like that
better to have loved than have just sat back
Cookie crumble crumbs didn't feel very filling
arms outstretched to embrace empty feelings...

Usually he saw very far in the path
lately lacking nourishment his eyesight has passed
Crutch grown weary as the burden grows more
flower full bloom turned to an eye sore..
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