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trf Jan 2021
did you laugh in your sleep last night,
how do you suffocate the fear,
can a dream feel your smile,
do your eyes wake up with tears.

empty bottles by your bedside,  
that friendly disguise disappears,
remedies fuel wildfires,
can a heartburn embrace the sear?

~trayfe_creates
i wish i could say that ive got no regrets.... But saying that would be one more to pile on my desk...
I wish I could say I've clung to time like gold...white lies wear black shoelaces
I had a vision of you at my bedside
just checking on me?
I tried to wake but couldn't as you touched my gown
and gazed at my face.
Behind my closed eyelids
I felt your love, that you used to give sporadically.

Because you see in Black & White
And I see in Color.

I phoned you the next morning in the rain,
on my way to care for those dying.
The fight gone from your voice,
and too early to think of all the reasons not to speak with me,
you said I love you too.
I know and knew this to be true
that which keeps us apart is that you see
in Black & White and I see in Color.

I called to say I love you, miss you
here if you need me.
You're my responsibility too.
Although you acknowledge my utterances,
you were afraid to act on them.
Because we know
that you see in Black & White
and I see in Color.

We know this isn't about faith,
really it's because I've always seen in Color
and you in hues of grey.
It was nice to see you at my bed
even if a dream, but isn't it ironic?
Dreaming only in shades of Black & White
When the spectrum of the Highest
Al Khaliq created Color

Winter 2020
Al Khaliq (The Creator)
Snowbird in the snow
Two unique creations

Part 1

White  owl white and pure
Sits and watches .....
falling snow. Quietly.
Snowflakes created uniquely
White, light and heavenly.
Falling down in winter frequently
It was then.....
Snowowl was born silently

Beautifully unique,
don’t know what to say.....
Both Precious creations
Natures art all the way

Part2

Spread your wings
white bird and fly
high into the night and thrive
fly up while snowflakes are  falling down , falling down, falling down!
sky’s own created diamonds .

Majestic bird of wonder
Created so divine
Wings like from  an angel
White as snow so fine

Part 3

When you look up into
night
and  watch skies  falling diamonds.
While Snowowl  flying winter high
You’ll see a precious painting,
on this  blue canvas called the sky
And God our holy painter .

Shell
🐚✨
Nature is like art, no is art!!!
Russ Heeschen Jan 2021
I want to tell you the story
Why I cannot sing the blues
I want to tell you the story
Why I cannot sing the blues
It’s because I’m a white guy
And I wear inexpensive shoes.

I went down to the crossroads
To learn to play the guitar
I went down to the crossroads
To learn to play the guitar
When I walked into the crossroads
I got hit by a car.

I went back to the crossroads
I wanted to have it all
I went back to those crossroads
I wanted to have it all
When I got down to the crossroads
They turned it into a mall.

So I am done with the blues now
I need to change my style
I am done with the blues now
I need to change my style
Goodbye to the blues
I’ll try hip hop for a while.
... Yo!
Inspired whilst taking a Rhythm & Blues Cruise.
A mellow nose
Gorgeous as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon

Your skin is tender
Your uniqueness is beauty
Of previously not seeing your splendor
Your smile makes me guilty

Love is your center
Kindness, your vitality
Light in the dark, a magic mender
Goddess of purity

White rose
A perfume dose
Peaceful as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon

Your scent is the trip
And Paradise is my fate
If constantly smelling your friendship
Becomes an open gate

I will be your grip
For when you are desperate
Just accept the bee that wants your lips
To pollinate your fate

White rose
Striking a Pose
Shiny as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon
This is the first poem of the second chapter, and it is supposed to show my new found love for this new person I met that made me feel amazing after a moment of despair. I gave her this poem adorned with real white roses to show my appreciation for her on her birthday.  Coincidently the page and chapter that "White Rose" falls in my anthology is the date of her birthday, February 22nd.
Drew M Jan 2021
It’s white: a terrifying colour full of silence.
My sight is melting, spreading my emotions like rolling wet pearls,
And she performs her dance, calmly like it’s nothing.
Strands of her hair shine like shooting stars,
falling around her frame, along with my desires.
Two red diamond pierced her light skin:
Fear-love, panic-calm, cowardice-strength.
They pass through my bones,
acknowledging every beat my lungs hopelessly execute.
I’m like a blade of grass in a storm.
She’s charming like my forefathers told me
as stripe by  golden stripe is wrap her body
and paint her in an ethereal dress.
She’s now the underground master,
and amidst the blank chaos, she evokes her demonic power,
igniting everything around, burning my clothes, my past.
Time is spellbound and kneels before her in fiery chains.
Humanity like I know it fades into my blurred memories,
and it’s dark.
Dark behind, dark ahead, dark everywhere.
I’m not human anymore…
I’m a free creature.
She touches me, gently stabbing my soul with her fingers,
infecting my blood with her sweet poison,
crushing my lips into her immortal kiss,
burying my body within her thorns:
I’m in pain-I’m in love.
I am happy-I am sad.
I feel compassion- I feel hate.
I can cry- I can smile.
I am dead- I am alive.
White…no…it’s blue.
Tiny blue crumbs grabbing at their hands.
With every drop of blood running through my veins,
her presence dissolves into my fingers,
and my hand gives birth to our child.
Chris Chaffin Jan 2021
I impatiently waited tables
trying to earn enough money
to keep my apartment
filled with cheap beer
and expensive drugs.

There wasn’t much else to do
in that stuffy little town
with one intersection.
The air was fine
as long as you didn’t breathe.

I watched my friends and neighbors
watch me from a close distance,
separated by a parking lot
and an eternity of sins
that no one wanted to talk about.

When I was 18,
I kissed a boy
and told him we were going
to get married some day.
He laughed at me.

I picked out a tux anyway.
It was white. I wanted to wear white.
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