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 Dec 2015 Torias
Kaitlin Floyd
Would anyone really care,
If I vanished without a trace?
If my screams echoed the hallways,
If briny tears stained my face?

Everyone is bonded so strongly,
How can I join these ties?
Will I always be an outsider,
Seen as nothing more than a fly?

What am I doing wrong?
Can you help me understand?
Do I not deserve your kinships,
What’s wrong with who I am?

*I want for someone to care,
To catch me if I fall.
Because if no one cares about you,
Do you exist at all?
 Dec 2015 Torias
Kaitlin Floyd
Dread
 Dec 2015 Torias
Kaitlin Floyd
Those crimson pools of dread,
Slowly filling up my chest.
Utterly confused and utterly alone,
Am I a young child in a war zone?
 Dec 2015 Torias
Samuel Hesed
It stood on a throne,
Made out of lime stone.

It was clothed,
In colorless gold.

It wore a shadeless crown,
Above its brow.

Its heart was frozen-
From winters night.

Its soul was diced,
by Jack Frost's knife.

It stood alone,
In its quite abyss.
Dismissing my stare.

Though it was free,
It looked lost at sea.

For, I waited to hear a plea,
But it was silent as a willow tree.

Time passed-
And it started to bow

To the brown earth beneath its feet,
To the blue sky above its crown.

Though, the journey was over,
And the final Goodbyes were made.

I could never forget the pride in its eyes,
Or why it stood so still.

For to this day,
I question if I'll every discover,
If the White Rose knew,
Of its wonder?
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2015 Torias
Kaitlin Floyd
Don’t feel the need to apologise,
Don’t be afraid to let go.
For I find myself mesmerised,
By the rambles from your soul.
Don't be afraid to say what's on your mind, for the one who loves you may love you more for it.
 Dec 2015 Torias
Purab
lost
 Dec 2015 Torias
Purab
Walking in the shadows
Of my blackened mind
Lost inside this shallow
Vanity of time
 Dec 2015 Torias
JP
Love..
 Dec 2015 Torias
JP
she gave water
I found moon

she gave tears
I found sea

she gave hope
I found life

she gave fragrance
I found musk

she gave direction
I found treasure

she gave words
I found poet

she gave habits
I found respect

she gave love
I found family

she gave her
I found children

she gave life
I found myself…
 Dec 2015 Torias
Chameleon
I have always looked to other
writers for inspiration.
In fact, that's how I learned to
tell a story.
I remember the first author
I became obsessed with was
Laura Ingalls Wilder.
I was 6, and my teacher told me there
was no way I could read her books
because they were too long,
and the words were too advanced
for my age.
She, was wrong.
Then it was a few names I can't remember
but mostly Bukowski.
After reading him,
I knew I found my style.
And the words wouldn't stop flowing
for over a year.
I documented almost every day and every feeling,
but then I deleted it.
I've had three different accounts
because I never felt good enough.
Being a writer means also being
your worst critic.
 Dec 2015 Torias
sol
Untitled
 Dec 2015 Torias
sol
If
you’re
the
moon,
then
I’m
the
wolf
who’s
howling
at
you.
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