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 Apr 2016 Urmila
Gidgette
When
 Apr 2016 Urmila
Gidgette
When the sun and the moon
Collide in the sky
When blood drops,
Are the only tears I cry
When snow flakes
Fall in the middle of June
When the sound of silence
Remains the only tune
When the fish sprout wings
And fly from the sea
When the only thing standing
Are petrified trees
When the sky loses its color
And is no longer blue
That, my sweet, is when
I'll stop loving you
I'm a shadow in the corner of your eye
Waiting for you to look my way

Release me from my chains

Your gaze is distracted by a flash of light
That will keep me in the shadows forever
But

?We held hands
as we walked
on that golden sandy beach

??Like young lovers?

?The warm breeze
?and fresh surf
?wished us well

??We smiled
?As we both stole a look?
our hands ?held tighter

??As the light faded
 Apr 2016 Urmila
Kathryn Heim
The crown,
they said
would hurt
His head,
but he didn't
cry
and it hurt
inside.
Maybe we
should remember
that
they taunted, mocked
and on Him
spat.
The times we
want to cry
and feel as if
we might die,
know
He's been there
and we can share
new hope found
within
the crown.
 Apr 2016 Urmila
r
Walking man
 Apr 2016 Urmila
r
Somedays this whole
that I don't feel
is like a hole
that needs filling.
An empty space
that won't let go.
Another place I find
myself in that's growing old.
But that's the highway
talking, because
if I was a walking
man I would have gone
home a long time ago.
 Apr 2016 Urmila
Star Gazer
A Pen
 Apr 2016 Urmila
Star Gazer
Remember me, I gave you that pen?
I'm sorry.... What was your name again?
It's a name that's common so it's ok to forget
I guess an Eric, Peter or James is my best bet?
You know that pen? I bled my blood as ink
I took a carved bone as the tip, hence the pink
Wow, why didn't you keep it yourself then
Because I want you to feel me when you use that pen
That's rather disturbing, I think you need help
Oh well? Where am I suppose to find it, yelp?
No , a professional. Someone who's skilled enough
You don't get it do you, a pen is not just 'stuff'
I wanted to let you know that I would give my life
To see you write your thoughts without a strife
I want to be the sound of a pen against your paper
Or the beat of your heart that never tapers
I want you to know that I have loved you
And giving a part of me to you, seemed right to do*
GET AWAY FROM ME YOU ******* CREEP!
When I was like a prisoner
broke free in the desert
with no other savior around

You picked me up as I lay
starving and trembling
You pulled me right off
of the ground

And the sound of our footsteps
as you led me to water
was the sound of
one person walking
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