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My world is not of the written word
It cannot be numbered
held captive on a so called page

My world is liquid
as sea , rain , snow or ice
It can be hot , cold , or entice

My world is cloudy
It thunders after it flashes light
My world is wrong , my world is right

There are no words that bind my life
I won't be delegated
to exist in the black on white

I will not be staved
by the limited sways
of the written words upon the page
You should be here with me
My heart is as empty as the side of the bed that you used to sleep on
And my life's crashing harder than the waves on the shore like when you first kissed me
And I'm falling harder and faster into loneliness than I was when I fell for you
And I know there's no stopping this
But you should be next to me
Kissing each freckle on my arm and tracing "I love you" into my palm because each letter deserved it's own recognition for it made up a larger picture
And you should be next to me
With my head leaning onto the very shoulder I spent entire nights crying into
You should be beside me
But I guess this was all besides the point
And now you're next in line for a new girl
I just wish you would give me a next chance
I am incomplete, like a part of me is missing,



It wasn’t an absolute, it came over time



Amongst a tangle of knotted days.



In dreams, it screams, find the missing jigsaw,



And on the edge of awakeness,



In the fuzzy champagne light of a new dawn,



I almost capture it.



But it hides like a viper in the grass,



Moving the blades, yet impossible to see.



Involuntarily my awareness,



Diminishes the power of the scream.



In the mirrors of eternity



I dare to glimpse for the missing in me.



But all I get is a hollow blankness,



My waking mind defies who I am!



I knock on the door of unconsciousness



Begging with a bowl of fruits of mind,



Yet a barricade of steel like strength



Blocks my entrance.



I break down tiny fragments that rise to surface,



Yet this primordial desire to search



Is unrequited, unblessed, ignored.
I use to get so high like it
Was keeping me alive

Holding my self hostage in
My room i didn't  wanna
Go outside

Use to ask God why you keeping me alive

Holding In the pain I no Longer wanted to Survive

He showed me I had a purpose
God took me in his arms
And said all the pain
Is gonna be all worth it
Never give up because your worth it
-Lynn Legend
 May 2015 Sydney Larson
Jack S
Ink Stains



Ink is bleeding through

soft drops of poison all black and blue,

little truths and promises scrawled across the surface

my heart drawn freely onto a blank canvas.

I gave you the pen but it bled through,

staining the perfect white with crimson hue

a savior in need,

for my heart indeed

I guess this is what you came to do.

One cannot erase a permanent mark,

but simply shade over to make it dark

Like a scar or wound that can not be replaced,

by a simple touch or look on your face,

but I need you to heal me,

I need to feel the warmth you extend so freely,

I need the sweetness of your breath to fan across my face,

a kiss of your lips not a moment to waste.

Because your love is the key to make us last

regardless of our horrid and troubled past.

so put down the pen you hold so dearly

and just come closer, please come near me,

because I promise I'll be forever yours for the rest of eternity.
I'm not an excellent poet like you may be, so please do let me know what I can improve on or if you like it :)
-J.S.
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new

Whose name you meditate --
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little

Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical

Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.

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