"my imagination from a world so oh very different than ours."
auhsoJHaynes 

Is that what we wake up to every day?

Fast food and gas stations are forever stamped in the corners of my eyes as they are looking through the glass of minimum wage to the red flashing lights of a man hoping to get back to his children safely.

Is life is a pointed dagger then my blade is rusted and dull when I wonder why I even try some days.

Do I dare defend my pride and still demand something more than this? Is this a call for engines in the air or wings made of wax? Death would be more alive than waking up to another day of shampoo commercials and microwave dinners.

You are always whispering in my ear though dear and telling me that you're more than just a particle flown into my imagination from a world so oh very different than ours.

Are your eyes as bright as I imagine? Will the glare from them blind me from the tax collectors whip and will your laughter drown out the screams of onlookers who are throwing peanuts through the bars at my feet?

Will your kiss melt me and cause me to fall into wind like leaves in a storm, a tornado of color and beauty..?

I lay in bed and my eyes close tightly, my breathing slows and thoughts drip into pits men drown themselves in, the murky waters of nihilistic cynicism...

Though my hand will still not be closed around yours when the sun rises, the whisper lets me know you are still awake and searching for me too...

"ote when I first started but that was a different story."
olivia grace 

So here I am.
    Within your heartstrings.
     I like to think I flow through your mind like blood flowing through your superior vena cava.

Constant;
And non-chalant.

And there you are.
                    Rolling and rolling and tumbling around the empty train station in my mind.

Like a tumble weed.
Where did you come from?
Were you ever really mine?

What is the color of my eyes?

Grey, like the clouds.
At least that's what they tell me.

But you aren't here very often and only sometimes do you come around with your talent of using words to your advantage even though I'm the only person who sees through your fake persona and too long brown lucious hair.

But this one's for you.

Just like the one I wrote when I first started but that was a different story.
That had a different meaning.
A different message.

That one said;

"I love you."

This one says;

"I still do."

"different altogether,"
Melody W 

October winds always did
make the sparrows
alter their songs;
yet, the deviation
was never great enough
that one would notice

unless, of course,
one were slightly
more in tune
with the subtle tweaks
of the universe on
seemingly ordinary days

Strangely enough,
the least likely person
was always the one
most severely affected,
suddenly trembling in the corner

Once in a seldom while,
(at the least expected time)
when the tide begins to lap hungrily
at pale deformed rocks
encrusted with sea urchins

an odd rustling in the air,
unlike that of the wind
but rather something
different altogether,
can be felt

as babies turn in their cribs
gazing solemnly at
thick starless nights
but never utter a sound

and mothers shiver
at whispers of their own
ephemeral youth reflected
in their babies’ watchful eyes

©MW
"A different disposition"
Magregor Hyde 

I can't shake the feeling of being lost
My mind ponders future dreams
But none have come to fruition

What do I have to pay, what is the cost?
I don't want to create elaborate schemes
But I don't want to lose my ambition

Every opportunity, I seem to exhaust
It has become a common theme
An almost permanent condition

Every line has been crossed
My life is breaking at the seams
I'm ready for a new transition

A different disposition
A lasting vision

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