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 Dec 2013 rivy
krs
She walks through a dimly lit hallway
Uncertainty, Confusion, Fear
Doors are lined down each side
All are closed, but none of them locked

She stretches a trembling hand out
reaching for the polished golden ****
anxiety overwhelms her and she recoils
as if burned.

She wanders the hallway like a lost soul,
like a long-deceased spirit
She must go now, it is time
But she'll stay here for a long while

She will despair but she won't weep
because she has no right
She brings this upon herself
and knows, all too well, the consequences

Doors are lines down the hallway
all are closed, but none of them locked
She'll never open a single one
She'll never discover what's behind them.
 Dec 2013 rivy
cosmo naught
use your kiss
as an elixir.

Let its sweetness
counter
the sour taste
my words leave.

Let its softness
knead my neck
and shoulders.

Let its calmness
soothe
my rapid thoughts
and breathing.

Let it remind me
I am loved,
and it is you
who loves me.
 Dec 2013 rivy
Dark n Beautiful
Whoever you are, or wherever you may be,
my only wish is happiness
For you,
On this special day of the year,
It’s not only about the presents under the green pine tree,
or the artificial holidays decoration that
led up like the lights on Broadway
It’s about giving a friendly salutation to all
your friends, family and neighbors.

It's about the prince of peace,
and our joy and salvation
So once again my friends
Peace, love and happiness

To all believers on this blessed day
May the joy of happiness
Be with you always.
Merry Christmas from my house to yours
I believe the highest hopes and aspirations of humankind to be divine,
and I believe the epitome of Divinity to be True Love — Love in Truth.
Yet, in that we so universally long for love that’s true and truth that’s loving,
while so rarely attaining or embodying them, attests to the fact that
they find their Source outside of ourselves.  Similarly, our greatest potential —
the Ideal itself, the capacity to even conceive of it, the desire to strive for it,
and the motivation to do so, must also ALL have their Source outside of ourselves.
It follows that our longing for The Divine is due to Divinity longing for us first —
the True nature of Love being to share ‘Itself’ graciously and generously.  
Thus, True Divinity can only be The God of Love, by both nature and definition.
To believe Divinity to be intrinsically Good is merely a matter of self-consistency:
And for God to have Goodwill toward Man is perfectly natural by logical extension.
To further acknowledge that a Truly Loving nature — consistent with Divinity —
does not permit so much as even intentions of an un-loving or an un-true nature,
affirms that God is inherently trustworthy. We can thereby be assured that an  
attitude of trust and a disposition to believe in the Love of God is very reasonable:
To do so has proven to be our most promising hope of our highest aspirations.
Any seeming contradiction to the veracity of Divine Virtue —
in theory or in history— can only be reasonably attributed to
misinterpretation and/or misrepresentation of God’s nature and intention.
     [“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only-begotten Son, so that whosoever believes in Him
should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it,
but  that the world may be saved through Him” Father-God wants all of His lost children to return!
And “Behold what level of love the Father has given us that we should be called the children of God.”
So, “For me there is only one God, the Father, from Whom all things came and for Whom I live;
and there is only one Lord, Jesus Christ, thru Whom all things came and thru Whom we live.”
(A father’s statement of faith, in his own words, in answer to his eldest son’s request to do so.)
 Dec 2013 rivy
berry
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 Dec 2013 rivy
berry
i can't remember when i last heard your voice
and i need you to know that i miss you.
but i don't think the words alone are enough.

i miss you.

I MISS YOU LIKE A BLIND MAN'S BULLSEYE.

I MISS YOU THE WAY A POOR MAN MISSES A ROOF OVER HIS HEAD.

I MISS YOU LIKE THE RUMBLING IN HIS UNFED STOMACH.

I MISS YOU LIKE THE COLD ACHY SPACE IN THIS HALF-EMPTY BED.

I MISS YOU LIKE EVERY POEM I ALMOST WROTE BUT FORGOT ABOUT BEFORE I FOUND A PEN TO WRITE IT DOWN.

I MISS YOU LIKE A FORGOTTEN BIRTHDAY.

I MISS YOU THE WAY JANUARY MISSES GREEN.

I MISS YOU LIKE MY FATHER'S BEDTIME STORIES.

I MISS YOU LIKE THE LAST TRAIN HOME.

MY CHEST IS CAVING. MY LUNGS ARE SHRIVELING,
AND WITH MY LAST BREATH I WILL SCREAM
THROUGH SPACE AND TIME - I MISS YOU.

IT'S TRUE, WHAT ALL THOSE POETS SAY ABOUT THE SUN & MOON - THAT THEY ARE GOING TO KEEP CHASING EACH OTHER FOR ETERNITY, THAT THEY WILL NEVER KNOW ONE ANOTHER'S TOUCH. SO I AM SENDING UP VENDING-MACHINE PRAYERS TO A MAY-OR-MAY-NOT-BE-THERE GOD, BEGGING HIM TO CLOSE THE GAP BETWEEN YOUR FINGERS AND THE SPACES BETWEEN MINE.

- m.f.
a special thanks to my friend Sydney, who is the mind behind the "blind man's bullseye" line.
 Dec 2013 rivy
Tori Valentine
I will smile
As if you never hurt me

I will laugh
Louder than I ever did when I was with you

I will sleep
Without crying over you

I will see
Different shade that I could never see with you

I will be fearless
No more will I be afraid of having to keep you satisfied

I will be strong
Stronger that I ever was with you

I will cry
But it sure as hell won't be over you

I will cheer
Until my voice can no longer take it

I will be happy
Because I know I'm worth it

I will treasure myself
Because you never did

I will cherish my scars
Because they have made me stronger

But there is one thing I will do for you

I will thank you
Because you are the reason I became the one I am today

~vf
Yup
 Dec 2013 rivy
Anonymous
Myself.
 Dec 2013 rivy
Anonymous
I open my eyes,
But all i see is darkness;

Broken branches,
Fallen leaves.
Withered plants,
While sadness fill the air.
But the worst thing is,

All i actually see is myself.

(c.s.g.)
 Dec 2013 rivy
Anonymous
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 Dec 2013 rivy
Anonymous
If you saw me on the street
would you stop and talk to me
or would you look right past me,
a stranger you didn't see?

I often think of you,
do you ever think of me?
one day I hope we meet again,
you'd be so proud of me.

I want to share so much with you,
like all my favorite things.
There's so many things we could do,
so much you haven't seen.

Thirteen years ago,
you left us all alone.
Not even a year old then,
mommy in a ball of solitude and depressed.

I always wonder why
my daddy went away.
Mommy says you love me,
and you'd be back again someday.

So do you ever think of me,
the way I think of you?
Mommy says I look like you,
do you think so too?

Time goes by so fast,
I'm growing everyday.
I'll look very different soon,
that's why I wonder everyday...

If you saw me on the street
would you stop and talk to me
or would you look right past me,
a stranger you didn't see?
 Dec 2013 rivy
Harmony Englert
For the longest time I avoided looking into the mirror
Terrified of my reflection.
Scared of the monster i had tried so hard to conceal.
Year after year, I barely gave more than a passing glance
Until that fateful day.
Curiosity overcame fear.
What i saw blew my mind.
My monster was nothing more than a girl.
Laugh lines, worry lines, and imperfections marred her face.
Freckles scattered across her cheeks.
Messy head of curls framed her features.
It was her eyes that caught my attention.
Such a dark brown her pupils got lost in them.
But her eyes told the most wondrous story.
It was a tale of fear. 
Fear of the unknown
Fear of never being loved
Fear of never measuring up.
It was a tale of happiness.
Happy to be alive.
Happy to have a home and a family intact.
Happy to know she always had a place in this world.
It was a tale of anger.
Anger over being held back.
Anger over being lied to.
Anger about falling in love just to have her heart broken.
It was a tale love.
Love from family and friends.
Love from softball, her true love.
Love from the fact she was alive and well.
But most importantly it was a tale of life.
The ups and the downs
The smiles and tears
Friendships and betrayals
They all play a role in shaping a person.
This girl in the mirror may have been young but she had lived and continues to live. Her smiles conquer her tears. She learned to dance in the rain without the umbrella.
My monster in the mirror was nothing more than a relfection of the person i am.
Never be afraid of your reflection
 Dec 2013 rivy
Unknown
YOU LOVE HER AND YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME.
HOW COULD YOU?
HOW THE HELL COULD YOU RUN TO THE GIRL WHO EVERYBODY LOVES
AND LEAVE BEHIND, SO CRUELLY,
THE ONE THAT NO ONE WILL GET TO KNOW?

I was an idiot to not have seen this coming.
Honestly, what the **** did I think I was;
Desirable? - ha.
And how naïve of me to think
that a child like you would have the decency to
look past my scars and ask me if I was okay.

You’re a pain
and an ***
and nowhere near deserving of my affection.

...so why do I still feel this way about you?
How could I still let myself hope like hell that maybe,
just maybe,
*you’d want me.
*******.
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