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The Terry Tree May 2014
Sometimes I wonder
What it is about life
That makes me love it so much?
Skipping, laughing, singing and such
Enough has sure happened
It seems that I couldn't
There are plenty of reasons
To tell me I shouldn't.

But I do

Sometimes I wonder
Why did he have to go?
Why's it her time today?
How on Earth, Mother Earth
Does the good Lord know,
That it's her time to stay
And his time to go?
How in tarnation
am I still here, you know?
How in all the stars
could it be so...
That I should stay here and live
While others should go?

But I do

I'm friendly enough
I suppose that's a perk
Yes, I'm quite a bit nicer
Than you're regular ****
But still it sure seems
There is more to this maze
This puzzle of why
I'm still able to gaze upon life
Clearly I'm no more important than he?
Certainly not of more value than she.
I scratch my head pondering
I haven't a clue
But stay here and stay here and stay here

I do

A thought came to me
What do I have to give?
This must be why
I've been chosen to live.
So I smile at anyone,
Total strangers in fact
Although folks seem to find it
Pretty hard to smile back
Yes I smile with a healthy
"Good Mornin'!," "Good Day!"
Even though I get looks that say,
"Hey go climb a tree!"
"Stay there awhile!" "Don't look at me!"
It seems that I shouldn't even want to say "Hi!"

But I do
Can you tell me why?

Each moment I live
That I'm feeling okay
I make something out of,
And sure I have days...
Like when push comes to shove
It's all over I'm through
I can't take any more
I can't bear to go on

But somehow I do

I have come to believe
To make sense of all this
That for many of us
Ignorance is not bliss
The more that we know and
The harder we grow
The hurt starts to break us
And take us below
What our standard for life
Used to be normally
Where our hopes and our dreams
To succeed and achieve
Become weighed down by life
By the bills and the truth
And the pills and our youth
That our families don't love us
And equality lies, racism, slavery
Government spies
Pets and friends die
Staying strong in this life
Makes us come all unglued

But I do

Only one thing could make me
See deep into what this whole purpose
For living is meant to be loved
Because life can take beautiful
And tear it apart
Smother and drown out
Our once vital spark
Turn reasons to live for
Into something so dark
Give credence to evil and
Break open our hearts
Stomp out the innocent
Choke out the weak
Pay to keep mouths shut
Tell us not to speak

But I do

I believe of the ones that are left to record
What takes place
On this plain we call Earth
Our reward
On this grain in the sand of our beached Universe
You and I, we protect all the wavering minds
From the hurt as we bleed
Hold the hands, hold the headspace
Of the mentally blind, kind people
Are the best kind of people to find
And for those of you out there that can't
Crack a smile
Could you make an exception
And smile for awhile?
You may not see a reason to

But I do

Give compliments, flowers
Fruit, a breath of fresh air
Take a walk in the park with a friend
If you dare
Make room in your heart
To look after each other
Bend down, look around
Reach out to your brother
This is the reason we haven't been taken
We are stronger than most
Do not be mistaken
This is your chance to be there, not to run
Tomorrow just might be too late
When the sun starts to rise
How will you live with yourself
You decide
It will hurt your heart more
To leave someone behind
If you help them
You may not know what you will find

But I do 

tHE tERRY tREE
Rebecca Scull May 2014
When his lips met mine,
When I gave in to this other guy,
it all felt wrong.
His skin burnt my skin,
my hands burnt in his grip.
it all felt wrong.
There was nothing there anymore,
nothing there for me to want.
I thought maybe I could get over you.
I'll do to him what you did to me.
But it didn't turn out that way.
Because I wanted to tell him no,
to tell him I'm in love with someone else
to tell him he can go to hell.
But I realized something.
I realize that no matter how many times I say that I love you,
that I'm in love you,
that I want nobody else to know me how you do,
that none of it changes the way that you feel.
How you're never going to love anybody ever again.
How you don't want to love me,
how you want to deny me.
And no matter if I see that you do love me,
you'll deny it.
So when his skin burnt my skin,
I let it burn.
I did not try to extinguish it.
Because you wouldn't care if he had me or not.

But once he left, I fell into my own arms.
I fell into my own arms, and I cried.
Because he will never matter to me.
Because no matter how badly he wants me,
I do not want him.
I want you.
My tears fell, and I held myself.
Because you weren't there to hold me,
and you never will be able to.
Maria May 2014
It is painful to look at myself in the mirror at this time. Late.
All I see is tears in my eyes, refusing to come out.
My eyes are shining, All I feel is numbness.
I hate reality. I'd smoke cigarettes and drink my coffee black, bitter. I'd take pills to sleep and escape everything.
My scars, I helped grow.. By my own hand.
I'm sitting alone wondering what would it feel like? Having a real life. Being full of life, what is happiness?

God, I'm a sinner. I have no intention in washing my sins.

I'll just drown in books, again. I became so dark and I realized something..
you could feel everything and nothing at the same time. You see things, you understand things. But you pretend you don't.
Because It is so much better than believing it.

And I know everything.
But darling, this heartache is driving me crazy
Come and heal this ache of mine.

After all, this universe is not for us,  Isn't?
Aren't we just aliens with no purpose at all?
Aliens that humans don't even believe we exist.
No purpose at all, no future, It's scary.
And life....
What is life my dear? Is It real? Is everything real?
To me It is just a lie.

We don't deserve to live with sadness and accepts it.
It's okay, It's very okay.
In another life, perhaps?
Dhaye Margaux May 2014
In my dreams I saw you in another lifetime
Only you and I in another lifetime

In this chaotic world where pain is my blanket
I would just sleep and dream of another lifetime

I have loved you through times that roads are very rough
And keep our picture for another lifetime

If we were not given the chance to love and care
Maybe it would be real in another lifetime

So I will stay with hope that soon it will come true
You and I together in another lifetime.
A ghazal poem
Paris May 2014
They say the third times the charm, but what if the third time is what pushes me to finally kick the chair that's under me?
Ira Dawson May 2014
I bottled my guilt and shelved it for another day
10 words on guilt!
Traci Eklund May 2014
I awake to the words before me
like a stale omen.
I sit till my hands numb, my thoughts dry
and eyes blurred.
Is this what has come of the day?
A zig-zag stitch,
an endless mantra of words that I give birth.
Line after line of black upon white,
of emotion upon meaning,
that I rearrange from grieving.

Hello there pages of my work...
the hours of sleep lost.
The minutes of life lost to give you birth.
The stress runs deep upon my brow.
The furrowed **** deep down.
Bury me upon your pages,
cut my wrist with your wisest words.
Let my blood leak
into pools of your work.
Let my heart pour upon the white snow.
All these hours,
page,
and words
I must let go.
For now I have another chance,
another go...
11/11/2013
Some people
They take life seriously
Experience only once
Not afraid to feel everything
Never frayed or afraid
To them
Tomorrow is just the end of another
Day?
Tomorrow is just the end of another
Day?
I remember it wasn't so long ago
I was afraid
Desperately yearning for everything
I gave
It’s been five years now
I could give it up any
Day?
I could give it up any
Day?
But I guess I take life seriously
Never tried anything
But once
I think I've felt everything
This
This is kind of a different
Day
Just an end to another
Day?
Some people take life seriously
Teetering off the edge
You only live once is what they'll say
Never admitting
A fear
Tomorrow
Is just the end of another
Day?
But I kind of feel different today
Today
I learned no matter
What I say
I'm a fool to ask forgiveness
From someone who has already left
At least figuratively
I miss those
Days
I miss those
Days
When we were so young
All we did was play
But now we're all gone
At least figuratively
You can't ask forgiveness from
One
One who has left yesterday
I guess I could give up any
Day?
I guess I could give up any
Day?
And go to some place
Some place that feels like a family
A home that feels like
Family
Maybe
Just the end of another
Day?
Just the end of another
Day?
Or we could realize
The years that lead to time
Maybe could unwind the mistrust
After all the
Lies
The lies that time leaves behind
The lies of who we are
Maybe some believe all these
Lies and time
Are better off
Sticking to whiskey, gin and wine
Maybe to them
It's just the end of another
Day?
The past has already gone away
I could give up any
Day?
Tomorrow is the end of another day
And I know I just can't
Stay
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Martin Narrod Apr 2014
I am in levels. Past levels. This deep, intrinsic wonderful lost, the lawlessness of its fascinating expenditure of excite. Pushing through the wild and feral snow-dusted plains and timber ridges. Like red-spotted dots breathing through the cylinders called the spine. This descends into a narrow channel of scantly clad greenish scenery in a time-soaked visionary wilderness of snow,
Our crab legs dancing down wiry purple highways, our heads could not even look backwards if we had wanted.

Furious, love-latitudes, stalking breaths thwacking fork-ended tongues into a pinkish knot buried into the first layer of organic membrane on this railway of miniature canals, showing. And their pride snuck into the elbows, shooting down each vertebrae as it stepped with great precision every ledge that the currency emphasized. The raw accumulation of stolen heart-beats rattling between the interstices of new fuel careering these red engines. Crashing with exquisite pleasure into one another.
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