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 Aug 2014 smallhands
Nick M
trees
 Aug 2014 smallhands
Nick M
if a tree falls in the woods
does it make a sound?
will it make a difference
if that tree is not around?

we're all lonely,
looking for another branch to thrive
that branch that helps us grow,
and makes us feel alive

but it adapts to it's surrounding
and what happens if it leaves
another lesson taught,
like the birds and the bees
Punk lips in perpetual paralysis,
and they're too afraid to let them kiss.
Too afraid to try to let it last
because of the blurs in their past.

I think the kids are in trouble.
Hanging out with temporary people;
making the wrong times never stop.
Smoking dreams with glass lovers
to indie sonnets and neon power pop.

The world knows they can pretend,
and it's their hearts they can't defend
from the illusion of what they could be,
and the loneliness of what they'll never see.

They skate the pavement until the sun sits,
and drink ***** from water bottles until their hurt slurs.
It's the preparation of tomorrow and what it may not bring
that makes every moment before, everything.

They're scared because it's real,
and I'm scared because they're scared.
words are making a dark sound,
last three days I moved a few spells
spaces have lost in the expanding universe,
where we are jingling on hopes
who is playing mystical sounds?
my hours are passing on toiling,
sun goes down slowly
evening star moves toward black hole,
shadow flees over the horizon
I can see afar off —
though the heavens teem with stars,
an uncounted host of them
and though the moon,
she who rules the night,
reflects her rays of borrowed light
yet the darkness is not wounded,
the aggression of the night continues —

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Time plays a shadow role, hopes are away form me ..
dark flees all around and continues aggression..
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Because good people can grow from it.

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
 Aug 2014 smallhands
caroline
maybe
 Aug 2014 smallhands
caroline
i feel like maybe if i keep writing,
no matter this distance between us, you'll hear me.
i am somewhere between feeling empty and feeling whole and i really don't know how much longer i can miss you
 Aug 2014 smallhands
Isaac Fox
Lost, locked in a whirlwind,
Trying to pull myself out,
I'll grab anything but your hand,
The road less traveled by,
Was the familiar route.

Lost in the quicksand of your eyes,
A beautiful pool of mud,
Rung my heart out to dry.
Forced whispers inside my head,
"Try! Try!" They all said.

How do you cherish, shield, and protect
property that isn't nestled on your deck?
How do you love, care, and cradle
Something thats not on the table?

If you think I wrote this about you,
Then it's most definitely true,
That adoration, affection affected
By endless alteration in the depths of my heart
Leave me with no other choice
Then to ask, "Where do I start?"
I love the flow in this piece.
 Aug 2014 smallhands
Jo Hummel
If I take your hands into my own,
quivering,
and tattoo your skin with kisses,
passionate,
do you think you'll fall in love with me?
I'd love it if you did.
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