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NA Feb 2018
I am reminded of you everywhere I go. I see the bustling people and I think of your busy hands. The color of the air perfectly matches your eyes. Even the sounds bring you to mind. I no longer am displeased by these resemblances; I find them oddly comforting. To see someone you love everywhere you go is a beautiful thing to shoulder.
But of this I am haunted: do you see me too? Or am I alone in my indulgence of another? Have you forgotten me?
Indy Feb 2018
Why do you stand at my grave and weep,
Why do you lay flowers there every week?
I am not there. I never sleep.

Don't act as if you shall never see me,
I am still with thee.
God wanted me now,
God set me free.
Do no think of me as gone, I am with you still. In a new dawn.
RoyHal Feb 2018
I miss your love
Not how it made me feel...
Although an atheist
   with many question that abound
bout the lineage of humanity, this bard
   formerly of Belmont hills
nada seeketh to be crowned
yet applauds those

   who attest in deity
   where salvation doth re-dound
peace of body, mind
   and spirit can be found
and rest in peace when demise
   finds her/him under ground
identified by a tombstone and a mound
which...over time becomes less round.

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YO­M KIPPUR ™

Those who practice Jewish
   faith pay obeisance
   Too holiest day of their year
Atonement & repentance mantra themes

   Unswerving prayers flock doth wear
As spiritual raiment in tandem
   With a twenty-five hour
   fast orthodox n’er veer
With pride synagogues rabbi beckons
   flock to don cloak of virtue to wear

Supplicating against creator
   sans vices within psyche tear
The delicate fabric covenant
   easily shredded
   per temptation from ****** spear

Loftiness attendant on this
   High Holy Day
   whence judgment severe
Within gilt written tomb
   encapsulating behavior –

   Vile forgiveness rare  
Thus inducing many a worshiper
   To spend hours immersed in prayer
Or…even self-abuse to vitiate
   demonic forces that invisibly leer

Drowning out words of the prophet
   that believers must hear
To attain coveted accompaniment
   To promised land
   without materialistic gear

Whence with most obedience
   to sacred texts will fare
Most successfully and kowtowed
   Like Rudolph the red nose rein deer

While Santa Claus
   godlike heard crystal clear
Whose voice ushers inxs of hoof beats
   Akin to horn of Gabriel did blare

As eve n tide cast dark shadows
   from royal Belvedere
For those lives of purity
   offered salvation into the heavenly air.
Tristan Brown Nov 2017
There she was
Helpless as could be
Something so simple
Yet was breaking her heart

And there I was
In the seat next to her
All I did was watch
As the tears rolling down her face
Became wet spots on the paper
Haunting the rest of her days

In life it seems
We only see opportunities
Once the chance to take them
Is gone

Opportunity to say the words
We've been wanting to say

Opportunity to save the day
Of the person we've always wanted to save

Opportunity to do what's right

I look back and all I see
All I see is
missed opportunities
Lily Sales Nov 2017
for the first time in quite a longtime i am happy. not the kind of happy like fake laughs at terrible jokes or the happy that never has some sort of real meaning. right now. november 2017. i am happy. i can feel my heart race when something good happens to someone else. i smile at everyone that i see. i find joy in helping others and i'm not afraid of love. i am not afraid to care for someone or to tell someone how much they mean to me. my walls have come crashing down. but not so loudly to the point where all of the people that hurt me come running back to damage the new heart that i fixed. but to the point where they came down softly and not all at once and people that i thought were just passing by saw the good. happy side of me and decided that they want to stay there. stay in my life. not to trash it and throw everything that they don't like away. but to clean it up and make it sunny again.
Liz Carlson Nov 2017
like any other day,
a stranger's glance,
as simple as a dance.

as he walked away,
we missed our chance
for a story of romance.
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