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  Jan 2017 Silverflame
ryn
Like lucid dreams entrapped
  within a circlet ornately adorned
   A sweetest love conceived
   but can't be borne
    Trailing feathers
     billowing light as rain
       Starkness in ink
       blot reckless in heavy stain
     Strings strung taut
   attempting to keep all in place
  Dream catcher sways
by the window, free and chaste
  Dec 2016 Silverflame
Dark Delusion
For what you expected me to be.
Was what you never saw.
  Dec 2016 Silverflame
Dark Delusion
When I’m alone I like to think.
Think about life and what I want.
Like daydreaming but with a more deep meaning.
A storm of thoughts every time.

That’s only when I’m alone, completely alone and away from everything.
Just taking some time off from the world.
So I’m only in my own imaginary world.
With music as my only company other than myself.

I’ve gotten more time.
The time I’ve always needed.
The break I’ve always wanted.
Myself I’ve always happened to have.

I like the world when it’s dark.
Stars shining everywhere I go.
Street lights to show me the way.
So I don’t get lost dreaming.

It’s been a while now since I’ve felt good being alone.
The music slowly disappeared, with reality taking it’s place.
Dreams got shorter, time got slower.
I’m still happy, I’m always happy.

Somehow I lost the time, the time lost me.
I couldn’t find a place for it to stay.
Still I have it, and it’s too much.
I couldn’t control it.

Tick Tock time got faster.
The world got slower.
Took over and destroyed you.
Followed you and told you what you should do.
  Dec 2016 Silverflame
Mike Essig
on poetry*

A poem is only a mouthful of air
until it is read.
Imagine it. Craft it carefully
from your heart's flesh.
Seal it in a bottle
of clear, pure words.
Set it adrift on
the ocean of time,
life's restless surge,
until a few congruous spirits
pluck it from the sea-wrack
and recognize a message
that illuminates their souls.
Readers find writers;
never the opposite.
  Dec 2016 Silverflame
JRF
Come to Me

For shelter. For love.
Come to me when you are in
dire straits -when you
are as hollow as a shell. When you are but an echo of your former self.
Shapeless. Hapless. Forgotten.
Come to me.
I will wait
for you
in the shadows of your soul.
Feeling spooky tonight...and, I guess you could also call the speaker of this poem "Addiction."
  Dec 2016 Silverflame
Dark Delusion
I’m all alone in this big world.
I don't’ fit in like the rest of you.
I don’t get seen or even heard.
I’m a lost ghost without a goal in this ‘life’.

Wondering all around with no destination.
I notice everything and everyone.
Am I even real?
But why am I in this world?

I wish I could feel the emotions everybody have.
I keep wishing someone would show those emotions to me too.
I don’t have a purpose to keep being here.
Just somebody, anybody who cares.

I’m slowly forgetting, slowly disappearing.
I don’t even care anymore.
I won’t need myself in this situation.
It’s coming by faster and faster before dying out.

I finally came to consciousness and everything is gone.
Time is no longer a thing in this world.
Emotions had left and emptiness had taken it’s place.
Life is gone, earth is gone, everything is gone.

Now I’m not alone in this emptied world.
Because I’m the only one left.
Not even light nor dark could be seen.
I destroyed everything.

I found out my reason to be here.
How could I even forget?
It’s my fault for destruction.
I was the God of Time
.
  Dec 2016 Silverflame
Dark Delusion
Black* *sky and dark *night
gives stars a shining light.
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