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 Jan 2015 Short
FallenAngel93
*******,
You  and your lies,
*******,
You and your friends,
*******,
You and your mean ways,
*******,
You and you harsh ways,
*******,
You and what you did,
*******,
Did I ever?
Ever tell you?
Two words,
Two words from the bottom of my empty soul?
*******
 Jan 2015 Short
Tiberias Paulk
Elder
 Jan 2015 Short
Tiberias Paulk
Take a step back to see it all clearly
you deserve observation and reflections on life
then take a step forward when the time becomes right
close your eyes only when your body needs sleeping
for all the world passes right by every night
wake in the morning and review what you've witnessed
smile at the wonder and dreams within sight
though sometimes in life there will be no one around you
then stories and memories will be all that you see
so spend your youth wisely that none could forget you
may your wishes be granted and your spirit be free
take time alone and create what you will
but never forget to find those that love you
give them what's due and even more still
think long on the many directions before you
take many lessons from the words others say
but take them only as far as they'll get you
a baby right now is an elder one day
 Jan 2015 Short
Deenah
Independent
 Jan 2015 Short
Deenah
Be my fuel, my source of comfort,
But don't hurt me.
Be my light,
But don't leave me in the dark.
Be my battery,
But don't die on me.
Be my warmth,
But don't suffocate me.
Be my veins, but don't burst.
Be my ink, but don't blot.
Be my music, but don't end.

*Be my heart, and please, don't break.
Its not me I'm worried about, it's you. Don't bleed again, please.
 Jan 2015 Short
Kelly Rose
He writes...
Poetry rich in history
that vividly
captures nature's beauty
Sometimes
quirky, funny
or wonderfully romantic
It makes one
want to kick back
with an iced cold beer
Watching
Daisy as she
plays in the fields
Just Brilliant
1/13/2014
For Rick (r)
 Jan 2015 Short
Sara L Russell
Sara L Russell, 19/12/14 00:58am*


White gulls fly against darkness of winter trees
swirling in a reeling easterly;
bare branches stand in earthbound traceries
behind the birds that dance weightless and free.


There is a rhythm in this circling flight.
a lazy, slightly tipsy minuet;
a majesty in gliding wings of white,
a sign that better times are coming yet.


The dew has barely faded on the green,
two fountains bend before the icy breeze,
as seagulls, with a grace I've rarely seen
swirl heavenward, like flights of fantasies.
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