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What city do you live in?
What town?
What hamlet?
What village?
What homestead out in the middle of supposed nowhere?

Where in this once great land could you live
and be able to say to yourself "No, I haven't
felt the pain of trying to provide for myself
and for those whom I love?"

Where could you be, from West Coast
to the East, and not at least wonder during your
work week once, what is happening all around us?

Or do you sit in relative comfort,
as I do, fighting only personal battles
and yet knowing deep down inside
that there is something not quite right.

Feeling perhaps there might be something wrong
not with yourself, but with where you live
and that maybe your supposed failings as a person
have nothing whatsoever to do with you
but rather, with the land you live in?
 Dec 2014 Towela Kams
Lexi Buerle
What memories am I allowed to keep?
When will I dream again in my sleep?
Secretly, effortlessly, evermore,
More and more seem to slip through my pores.
Forget is a monster who waits in dark,
Snatching up tidbits without remark.
Harmless at first, but it is bound to grow,
Until I'm unsure of what I know.
I can not remember the words to speak,
Sentences shiver, wimper and creak.
Have I not seen you sometime, once before?

Lately, it seems,
I can't be sure.
 Dec 2014 Towela Kams
Tara India
Although I long to be held so tight
I see stars; and your arms at night
Could hold my pieces together
Could patch the cracks, keep me
Afloat and standing, shakily
I cannot ask you for forever.

Do not hold me like I want
You'll cut yourself on my hipbones
The razors; my chest would bruise
You as you try to fix me now
Do not love me; I'd pull you down
I could not ask you to lose.

I long for your arms, I miss
You giving me life with your kiss
Breathing fresh air into my lungs
Expelling the poison I hide within
I'll burn you, hurt you, if I begin
To steal your life just to be young.

Although you want to save my soul
And piece me into something whole
Do not caress me as I crave
I'll ruin you; my bones are sharp
There's a hole in my stuttering heart
Maybe we should go our separate ways.
 Nov 2014 Towela Kams
Carolin
Heart locked. Mind
blocked. My life was
pretty ******. Am I
loved or am I not. I was
drowning in my own
twisted thoughts. Plucked
the petals of the flower in
the *** while i tried to untie
the knotts in my veins and
heart. A twitter interaction
received a DM sent. A twitter
crush began. How about we
hang she said to the stranger
who went to the same college
as she. Sure why not he replied.
Eyes met skin touched while we
shaked hands. Deep thoughts
began in our minds. See you
the next day he said and the
next and the next and all the
other coming tomorrows. I
think you might of casted a
spell on me. He got her life
drunk while she got him love
drunk. I love you they said
online while the clock hit
12:00 a.m and he sent her
a midnight kiss. The next
day he kept holding on her
hand. And this is how our
love story began* ~
 Nov 2014 Towela Kams
wordvango
how I will die what for and how
will it be for a cause or just burnt out?
in the darkness alone or with love
around me. Will I cry out my last pleas, to Jesus?
Will I overdose
or quick be gone by a bullet to my head
or an aneurysm?
Suffer with tumors or cling in a coma?
Destiny is dying.
I will, if given a chance, gladly die for
some young soul or a dog or rat or a cat or a flea
if I died for another.
I would die for thee.
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