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 Jan 22 Christy
Syafie R
The Beast broke free, love set him whole,
While I remain, a Phantom soul.
His curse was lifted, his heart now sings,
But my humanity only stings.

No mask of fur, no monstrous guise,
Just human hands and hollow cries.
A heart that yearns, a fate unkind—
A curse of flesh, a shattered mind.

The Beast found joy, his pain released,
But I, unmasked, am still the beast.
 Jan 22 Christy
Steve Page
Which road did you take?
Emmaus or Damascus?
Don't matter.
Same Jesus.

What brought you here?
Breadcrumbs or beacon?
Don't matter.
Same Jesus.

What meal did you share?
Flat bread or feast?
Don't matter.
Same Jesus.

It's the one you meet.
Not how you meet him.
 Jan 21 Christy
Syafie R
You call me your dog,
your *****, your fool,
hurling words like stones
to shatter my heart.

I wag my tail anyway,
smiling through trembling lips,
fetching scraps of kindness
from the shadow of your hands.

You call me useless,
a beast beyond learning,
but I only want to please you—
to sit, to stay, to love.

Even as you turn away,
your voice cracking the whip,
I crawl through every wound,
bearing the weight of your name
like a leash around my soul.

For to be your dog
is still to be near you,
and I, the fool,
would bleed to feel you call me mine.
I cried so hard writing this poem. I'm deeply sorry for anyone who has ever felt the need to go to such painful lengths when loving someone. This is for you.
winter babies cry in the summer time – still thinking
about dying twice, still questioning this one life;
still questing to find still waters – still won’t we be
dying inside; drowning softy?

still silence – I don’t know my place; until I close
my eyes, and can’t see any of my shame. the moon gnaws
off a bit of myself – as putting on a brave face in the day,
is our nature.

we are lost lambs, that bleat themselves into silence.
We can be strangers if you like
We can talk about the weather
Our silly plans for the weekend
Or how life has been kind to us
Trust me, I'm a terrific actor
You'll hardly be able to tell

We can be strangers if you like
Or at least we can pretend that
It doesn't shred us to pieces...
Have you ever come across friends and lovers that meant the world to you... and then had to act like they were mere acquaintances?
Never mind... hello there, stranger!
 Jan 8 Christy
Maria Etre
He played
with her hair
and poetry
untangled
every
"not"
 Jan 7 Christy
Breeze
I'm right here with you as you're growing everyday
I feel the warmth shine from your smile
You will move on and soon our time will pass away
So let's reflect on this a while

You can become whatever you would like to be
I see the future in your eyes
Wherever you're going take some time for memories
For these are the best days ever lives

We deal with our lives as we're living day to day
We step in inches not in miles
As we discover that we learn in our own way
We have our own unique style

You can become whatever you would like to be
I see the future in your eyes
Wherever you're going take some time for memories
For these are the best days ever lives

Everyday there's a challenge you can seek
If you said your goals in sight
You can get through any problems that you meet
If you try

You can become whatever you would like to be
I see the future in your eyes
Wherever you're going take some time for memories
For these are the best days ever lives
 Jan 6 Christy
Traveler
Love unspoken
Tends to waver
A few warm moments
A few special favors
Even as the good friend
Or the teacher's pet
Acceptance may be
All you get
So when and if
I decide to show it
Unspoken or not
   Now you know it...
Traveler Tim

It just kind of falls out the bottom..
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