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Elizabeth Pauzè Jan 2015
I don't know
where she is
or where She is
as my grandmother
peers out the window
into the heavenly
landscape of her garden
two white butterflies dance
mirroring the light *****
of the others wings.
breathless
my grandmother’s eyes turn misty
hand on her heart
grasping my fingers into knots
her voice clipped
there they are,
and she clutches onto me
as the sisters whirl themselves
around the ashen and lilies
For Suzanne and Amy
Munazza Bangash Jan 2015
I was ****** in this life,
where I’m nothing but a cloud.
I was happy being a star.
Now thunder drums out loud.

Don’t blow. Stop the wind.
I’m fading, mad at you.
Shouldn’t have brought me back.
I was as good as a dying soul…

I’m nothing but a beautiful lie.
I’m nothing but a snap of your fingers.
I’m nothing but a silent cry.
I’m nothing but a new mist that lingers.

Out of me each flower is plucked.
Out of me each breath is ******.
Is that what you wanted most?
Back from dead, now life has struck.

Don’t blow. Stop the wind.
I’m fading, mad at you.
Shouldn’t have brought me back.
I was as good as a dying soul…

I’m nothing but a beautiful lie.
I’m nothing but a snap of your fingers.
I’m nothing but a silent cry.
I’m nothing but a new mist that lingers.
Deon Jan 2015
Risks, they are scary
scary for you
but you aint me
for long i've sought after
the darkness in light
and now i'm lost

thats me in the darkness
trying to find a way
to a place once called haven
waiting to see the light

oh i know
i probably shouldn't say it
but thats just me
losing my religion
i've found my path
and this just feels so right

i'm no more defined by my beliefs
but by the choice i make
now i'm losing my religion
i have said too much

i've had enough
now i'm losing my religion
i've seen
the dark side of the light
and now i've heard
the sound of silence

i'm finally free
i'm outta darkness i think
oh yes if i die i'm not going to heaven
and neither are you
cos there's no place for the dead
for we all rot
yes we just rot

thats me in the darkness
trying to find a way
to a place once called haven
waiting to see the light
now i'm losing my religion
Francie Lynch Jan 2015
Near death stories
Are not death tales.
The widow's daughter,
In Nairn, to whom
Did she speak?
In Bethany,
Near Galilee,
Where Lazarus
Learned to talk,
Who asked him
On his walk,
With his dog on a
Sunday afternoon?
Jarius' daughter
Would like to offer
A quote and goat
At the altar
Of atonement.
She was never asked,
So she never spoke.
The scribes never scribbled
To answer the riddle;
They never went to press
With the Extra Big Scoop
On life after death
From the three
Who knew best.
Never recorded for all time.
Never a word from their minds.
Would they tell of a
Long lit tunnel
Lined with familiars
Slapping their astral *****
As they ran the gamut
Into eternity.
Nearing the Eternal Throne,
They hear:
     It's not your time.
     Go back for more.
     Keep the secrets,
     Believe in Him,
     For he won't
     Live to be thirty-four.

And so it's not written,
Let it be so.
The Epiphany, Jan. 6th. The arrival of The Magi, or, The Three Wise Men.
Steven Sanchez Dec 2014
I had hoped the stars would be brighter
From this height
Perhaps I should have turned left
And not stayed right
I wasn't meant for this
The mere mention of eternal bliss
Sent me clinging to the dirt
Prayer is just a whisper
When you fail to see your worth
I thought that I could walk on the waves of heaven
Sought to speak with the Creator
That I might make sense of the message
I would come to understand much later

It was a holy dream
Through unholy means.
Jellyfish Jan 2015
The trees here look sad,
And the grass is a little dry,
But when I look into the sky,
I can feel your smile,
and hear your voice.

And I wonder what you're doing up there,
Are you playing guitar?
Maybe curling your hair.
You could even be, watching me,
I wouldn't know...

But I think of you..
And I wonder what you're doing.
I hope you're having a good time.
And I know the sun always shines for you.
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