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 Mar 2014 Valy
Jorge L Echevarria
Why do I safeguard around words that don't satisfy
It has no meaning to even exist in such a one set mind world you can't even ask to be relevant it's a shame that realism is wasted in the pretenders  but those who have streamed in the main often suffer less
 Mar 2014 Valy
Muggle Ginger
I sit on a swing
Unstable and free
I slide through the air
No one notices me

I sit on a swing
With a noose on my neck
The seat falls out
My life was a wreck

They put up a swing
To remember me by
The swing never swings
Their act was a lie

The tree crushed the swing
They cut that ***** down
My memory is gone
But my ghost is around
 Feb 2014 Valy
Jordan Frances
I don't know why
I have felt so discouraged recently.
Thinking about it,
I have done the unimaginable.
I have conquered this eating disorder monster
By myself, essentially.
No help from my family,
All I get from them are trenchant comments and pernicious jabs
About my weight and my habits.
Friends and mentors who should have been there
Left much to be desired.
With a little bit of therapy
I have chosen a better life for myself.
So why weep now?
I have overcome the unthinkable
But my race is not over yet.
 Feb 2014 Valy
Elvis okumu
It's like a whisper in the ear
I fear it is there and then gone
Appearing in the edge of the eye
The  whole what could have been song.

I ran and then stumbled
I tried and then bumbled
And in that failure I wished that i could
That I would have done as I should.

I wish that I had known
And from that knowlege boldness had grown
That early seed I could have then sown
For in hindsight now my failure I bemoan.

For the opportunity now has come and passed.
And no matter how I wish it would only last.
I am left aching for another chance
But it is to the empty air I feebly grasp.  

The glory of the bygone
The chance of the days past
Is the cloak of shame that I cannot cast
The ache that I can never satiate
Of the feeling that I was too late.
 Feb 2014 Valy
Birlan
Longest Dream
 Feb 2014 Valy
Birlan
Standing in the crowd of friends but alone,
Feelings were there but spirit was gone,
It was a dull night but that face was more than bright,
I tried hard to escape but something was destined to happen,
Could feel the flux beneath my skin,
It was dragging me towards that figure that was the kingpin,
She was cool and calm like a moon,
Those extra bright eyes were no less than a boon,
Her smile was divine,
Standing by the harbor I felt her breath,
That’s when I realized she was mine,
My ecstasy was at the peak when I went to sleep,
Today ended the year what they call a leap.

Walking down the park and crushing that white snow,
I felt it was not the world I was living on,
It was where I could feel my heart and I was not alone,
Her words were promising,
And that was the reason my fear was gone,
My barren heart had dreams now,
And with few more promises they all were grown,

I felt, worst part was that I kept my alarm on,
I woke up and she was gone,
I realized, best part was that I had my alarm on,
It was a dream that I lived,
Now I am awake and busy but somewhere this dream is still on,
They say it was a dream for me and fling for her,
I don’t want to blame her as it was my choice,
I don’t want to hate Birlan,
Just assume it was my longest dream,
Everything I earned is gone,
But somewhere this dream is still on.
 Feb 2014 Valy
Birlan
May be I had walked miles in hot desert,
and you were the spring I came across,
I had to die for you,
Otherwise I would die anyway,
But still I am dying, not because you were not what I needed,
You did keep me alive for a while but,
May be I would die anyway,
But you made the difference,
You made me ignore the boundaries,
And the difference is that otherwise I would die of thirst,
but since I wanted more of you,
So now I am dying because I am drowning in you anyway.
 Feb 2014 Valy
johnmac13
Cashing A Check
by johnmac

I just saw this wonderful line
in a column in a motorcycle
magazine:
"The mind writes checks that
the body can't cash".

The vision that many from the
old neighborhood have of me is
short and thin with a Pepsi in
one hand and a cigarette
in the other

Others will remember me as
taller and thin, hitting a jumper
from the corner or throwing
a "no-look pass" to a cutter.

Others will picture me at the
end of the bar in the Broadstone
with an open pack of Pall Malls and
a half-finished beer on the bar;
Don Gibson's "I Can't Stop Loving You"
on the jukebox.
"Pat, one more when you get a chance"

Age has taken the jumper
Diabetes has taken the Pepsi
Common Sense has taken the
cigarette and *****.

I am older and wiser and
hopefully more tolerant
I am satisfied with my life

but

to just be able to once more
fake the man guarding me and
go up with a jumper and
get nothing but net

To be able to, once more,
"cash that check"

”Milestones” by Robert Rasor, American Motorcyclist; March 2006
Copyright 2006 John F. McMullen
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