what is it about writers
we put words to emotions
to experience
to life

life others are afraid to acknowledge
maybe

experience others may have had
Or have not had
maybe

emotions others have equally laid with
possibly more
maybe

words are vehicles

writers speak not of the contraption that brings about motion
a writer speaks of the navigator that discerns direction

©Christopher F. Brown 2015

To the naked eye,
the beehive cluster clutches
kin of lunatics.

© Matthew Harlovic

and so he closed his eyes
and breathed in the storm
for which she left in his midst
her perfume and hair and all her things

And for all the destruction she wrought
that left as soon as she came
it left a mess so sweet
and he knew why storms were named after her.

Whatever you want to talk about you
can be sure she will immediately be in
the zone. Unconventional in lifestyle,
she lives alone without modern comforts.
She seems to hitch-hike through life,
having at times ridden with extraordinary
wealth and good fortune. At others, loneliness
and poverty have been her wearisome
companions. A fatalist, she will note your
material wishes, and promise that when
luck shines on her again, they will be yours.
Don't try to change her, you won't get far.
Generous to a fault, when she has money
it slips through her fingers like a croupier
dealing cards. Once she is your friend
rest assured she will remain so for life.

Be there life after death
I shall look for you there
If not, then there too

Oh, the scars you put in my soul.
Oh, how I am crucified for your love.
My love of you knows no end.
The beginning and ending of my world.
Oh, how my heart is tied to yours.
Oh, how My heart and soul is pierced
with my longing for you.
Love for you runs through my blood.
Oh, how my life fades without your love.
Oh, how I speak your name in the dead of night.
As the tears flood my eyes
wishing you were so near
to say the words
the words that would bring me back to life
"I love you."

I put the Matt in matter
because I believe I do
but don't tread on me
or wipe off your shoes.

© Matthew Harlovic

I feel as if everyone just

t o s s e s

me aside, like I am

m e a n i n g l e s s

to

e v e r y o n e .

~f.m.s~

I want you to wake up in the afternoon open your front door step outside and look up what do you see? Perfect blue sky with bright white clouds and a beautiful sun set shining through your eyes and enjoy your rest of your day. When night comes I want you to lie in bed and close your eyes but don’t fall asleep just yet. Get out of your bed and step outside the night and look up what do you see? Bright shining stars all around the sky as a shooting star passing you by as the moon brighten up your eyes. Always look at yourself in the mirror when you ever feel down, people change were all beautiful inside and out just like day and night. Don’t let anyone tell you that your not were all unique like planet earth.

**By Jacob Cuadro