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 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Joy Ceye
Two beds making an L shape.
The shape we'd made.
The LOVE of you.
Two rugs making a V shape.
The shape we'd made
The VISION of you.
Two covers making a C Shape.
The shape we'd made.
The CLOSENESS of you.

One window making an F space.
The shape you've made.
The FREENESS of you.
One sky making a B shape.
The shape you've made.
The BEAUTY of you.
One heaven making an A shape.
The shape you've made.
The ANGEL of you.

No thoughts making an E space.
The shape I've made.
The ENERGY of you.
No mirrors making a G space.
The shape I've made.
The GHOST of you.
No dreams making an M space.
The shape I've made.
The MEMORY of you.
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Jack Jenkins
to be defined
by an assault
nobody should
ever endure
more than just
physical
violation
**** is an
assault on your
whole being
scars go deep
& you don't
understand how
to heal from it

but there is healing
beyond the 10 minutes
of fear and tears
there can be
intimacy in future
relationships
physical closeness
without any tremors
total vulnerability
without fingers of fear
clawing at your gut
you can be okay
take it from me
it won't define you
you will*
overcome
I really wanted to share this to let anyone who's gone through what I have that there can be healing from this and you can achieve physical intimacy again without all the trauma flooding back every time. It takes a lot of courage to open yourself up again, but I can assure you it is possible.
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Dana Colgan
A bleak sky halting the high.
Droplets bounce and illuminate minds.
Slipping south surrounded by sighs.
The trees give up, watch on, and die.
Monotoned musings falter at times.
The Earth looks on with a cheshire smile.
Suffocating in air as the world goes by.
Then look up and ask...why?
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Lex
Rue
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Lex
Rue
So you think it's okay
to  cause her pain
does it give you something to gain
to see her insane

she tries to not cry
she tries to get by
she tries to stop feeling regret
for all of her lies

she lays awake
trying to shake
the deep feeling inside her
that caused her to break

she feels all alone
she no longer has a home
she tries screams out
why couldn't he have just left me alone

but instead she is blue
for no one will want you
if you have
something to rue
©opyright
rue= bitterly regret
~LJ
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Bailey King
Mister Mystery,

This lust is insanity,

Misery is mine.
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
spysgrandson
***** and he
make their way
across the stretch
of sand

behind them,
the hard rock land
of memory

the crustaceans
will return--the tides
their clock

not he;
this march
is his last,
waves will
swallow him
gag him

while he briefly
forgets his purpose  
and clings to
this world;

soon though,
his lungs with fill
he will sink
to depths:

a blue burial,
a seaweed symphony
his dirge

the ***** return,
but not he--the ebb and flood
of waters no longer
his province

(poem's image: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1174175556043500&set;=a.102525519875181.1742.100003531994461&type;=3&theater;¬if;t=like¬if;id=14914495906541620
All the passions of my long life
Are dust in the road behind me,
And all of that precious dust
Was nothing more than foolishness.
The trees around me
Have no names,
And the wind I feel
Blows from no direction.
The river I see is just a river
That stirs no memory,
And I know not where it goes
Nor whence it comes,
And I know not that I know not.
The rapids roar,
But they say nothing,
And I hear nothing,
But the sound they make.
I know the ones I love and loved,
And love comes flowing back to me,
And love is all that matters here,
By this river, under this tree.
Reconstruction of an old memory
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Àŧùl
Come with me, dear friend, come,
I shall take you in the midst of nature,
There where the cuckoo sings aloud.

We will write a salute on the winds,
I have seen evening play with morning,
How the day plays with the evening.

For who is this, in whose name,
Oh songbird your melodious salute,
Tell us what is your secret of happiness.

The water forgets where to flow,
Sunlight touches arms of the trees,
These innocent faces & angelic names.

The shadows play with the trees,
Simply beckon us they do to come,
These jump down on the forest floor.

Come, follow me to the forest, dear,
Let's enjoy calm sounds of wilderness,
Here where the cuckoo sings carefree.
My HP Poem #1483
©Atul Kaushal
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