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 Nov 2017 JMB
Ryan Holden
I was ready to
take the leap, but I choked on
fear of losing you
 Nov 2017 JMB
ryn
Out of Sync
 Nov 2017 JMB
ryn
I have forgotten how to breathe.

For something so natural,
I’m finding it so hard.

I catch myself talking
through the process.
Much alike coaching
a child to walk.

Each breath is a step
- slow, calculated and clumsy.
And with each successful step
comes the exhilaration
and the confidence.

The next following steps
executed in haste causes
the body to lurch forward.

Losing balance.
Losing composure.


Unready feet caught unawares...
Haphazard footfalls.

I have fallen.
I have forgotten how to breathe.
I’m out of sync...
And I’m at a loss...
 Nov 2017 JMB
Alexander T
Whether its from a rock
Or from a person
Understanding is great

We seek it all the time
But most of the time
We cant find it

I wish I could tell you where to find it,
But truthfully
I don't know where it is

But i can tell you this
I will do my best to understand you
You are important
You are all life's  meaning

And believe it or not
There are quite a few people
People who will understand you

This person may look weird
Or smell funny
Or even have a lisp

But the important thing?
There is someone who understands you
It may even be me
I hope you feel understood
You are never alone. There is always someone out there who is willing to help. Look for them, you will find them.
 Nov 2017 JMB
TYRAN
Fog In The Brain
 Nov 2017 JMB
TYRAN
I️ am a lonely faucet
crying crocodile tears.
Bound to the fear
of facing my fears.
What I see ahead of me
is darkness beheading me;
any future is dead to me.
I am a zombie,
I slipped like I'm wasted
and feeling sloppy.
Currents take me to the flood
to drown me in tsunami
with my senses left behind me;
everything is dead around me.

Life can be a hex,
overdosing stress.
The moon will call
and after all,
the colony recalls.
Better on and better off.
Eventually the path clears, just keep going.
 Nov 2017 JMB
Lyn-Purcell
Tender
 Nov 2017 JMB
Lyn-Purcell
Tender is the sun after silvern rain.
Warming is our laughter after sorrow.
Short poem I wrote after listening to a conversation on the bus.
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