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Morgan Hillhouse  Sep 2012
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Morgan Hillhouse Sep 2012
Lost-
Looking for home
Sun ablaze in his eyes
Such heat he feels it will take his soul.

Water splashes over the bow
Moisten dry lips for a second
Sun bleached clothes return with color
Heat attacks, they are left brittle as before.

Open eyes look to the horizon
Hope to have the watchful gaze of his love slips
A miricle waits for him at home.
One life that could change the furure.

An abandoned cry
The truth is too much to bare;
Coughing
Thoughts of nurture seem too far in the past to remember

A passing  moment
Shore line in sight
My love waits for me.


Lost-
Waiting to see his face
Sun spots block her view
A haze on the horizon

Waves crash upon the shore
Wet feet for an instant
Hope sings sweet songs in her heart
Not to be diminished for a second

Storm clouds start to roll in
Thunder starts to roar
A stomach full with the greatest joy
A kick and a smile

Shutteing inside for what is to come
When will he get back?
Crying
Too much pain

Storm lightens up
A mast on the water
Family whole again.
Nathaniel R Horn Dec 2011
Shielf yorself
From others hate
For those arrows are sharp
And always penetrate
Even through the adrenaline
You might not feel it
But the wound is there
Pussing and peeling
Shield yourself
From enemies hatae
For it's not worth
The furure pain
andrew juma Dec 2015
Shed all the pain of past hurtings,
It taints your furure,
Forgive.

Remove fear of future disappointments,
It  denys you laughter,
Believe.
Alone between the sky and sea
An island
Reaching out to me
Neglected
A world apart rejected
It's wild shore
Deserted and unsought for
An island
An island
A vision calling me

An island in the setting sun
Alone
At peace when the day is done
Protected
It's secrets undetected
Illusion
Untouched and in seclusion
An island
An island
At peace when day is done

I must go there
Without the crowds around me
There with silence to astound me
Alone to face my destiny
To inderstand what life might be
I must go there
To take my furure chances
To turn away the backward glances
Then in that moment I will know
Why we are apart
When still I love you so
Nana mouskouri
Nothing can be
As mushy as
a teddy

The gift of a teddy
Makes both hearts
Warm and ready

Teddy is a symbol
Of romantic feelings
for your lovely lady

It is a symbol
Of flexibility
For furure life
Go handy

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