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Mike Rollain Apr 2016
Her castle was her home
Until it burned to the ground

Could be arson, they said
But there were no leads

An unbearable loss, she said
But there were no tears

What choice did she have but to move on?

No point in crying
No point in stalling
No point in mourning
Over what remained of her former home

Nothing but ashes

No dusty shelves
No worn out furniture
No cracked panes over forced smiles

No tattered clothes or
Shattered plates or
Dented plaster on every wall

No scattered matches atop the nightstand

No blood-soaked body on the bathroom floor

Nothing left
But ashes
Audio: https://soundcloud.com/mike-rollain/a-fresh-start
Wuji Seshat Mar 2015
Hey guys, I used Soundcloud to speak this last poem, please check it out:

https://seshatwuji.wordpress.com/2015/03/14/mythweaving-our-way-to-happiness/
The riddle of me
Is bullets of art
Shooting ink stains
In your heart
So you'll always love me
And my mentality
Is a mental breakdown
Of three things
Words, beats and rhymes
Ahead of my time
Thinking of blasting stars
Around your head
Knocked down
Out for the count
Going old school
Wylie getting chased around
On the road running
Laps at the speed of sound
Dropping TNT
Boom
Anvils like beats
Flattening you out
Gettin dizzy quickly
Spinnin and spinnin
Thinking freely
It's my territory
Down a black hole
Following the white
Rabid junk dealing
Cat selling smiles
Getting mad feeling
The wheels are turnin
Inside out
A needle sewn
Through the vane
Injection infection
Man in the mirror
It's a sight to see
Through the glass
Pictures like a memory
Before my rhymes crash
And you see the other side of me
Revealing my destiny
Going insane
I'm the only one to blame
The ink stains
They're smothering me
Slithering inside me
Covering my body
The only thing to see
Is my heart exposed
But you all love me
With these rhymes
And flows
A new era
Another time
A blast from the past
But I'm heading to the future
89 miles an hour
And I'll return
Brake checkin
With tire tracks that burn
With doc in an urn
To lure you in
Back to where it all begins
Tattoos of a heart
Deep within my skin
To replace the oxygen
Breathing nitrogen
Ink stained again
Graffiti trigger
Spraying art
Deadly sins
Bullets tearin you apart
But these are my words
And they come from the heart
This was originally written as a rap and a friend of mine recorded it,  if you like it please listen to the song.  Thanks
Here's the link...

http://soundcloud.com/dtorr77/ink-stains-feat-melz-spooklive-music
wes parham Apr 2014
Miss sits in silence and understands,
Nothing breaks the spell.
Missing nothing, understanding,
As far as I can tell.
Miss spoke and said, the word was "sure",
An understanding guess,
Missing understanding pure,
The answer could be "yes".
Miss came and understood for sure,
But wouldn't stay for long.
Thought was insufficient lure,
When I think my guess was wrong.
You think you know what's happening beneath the surface, but you don't, you really don't.  Let it ride, give your thoughts time to let it go properly.  This one's for those being misunderstood, whether you know it or not.  This one's a shoe in your face when you thought you had it all figured out but you were wrong.
Hear the author shovel that noise here:
https://soundcloud.com/warmphase/when-miss-understood

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