An Aquatic Coition

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…consensual


Our movements were distinctive, sinuously serpentine

Our forms were sleek and graceful, with a bit of a blue shine


We appeared amphibious, and moved erotically

Together we curved and rippled, simultaneously


Clearly, we were passionate, intent and purpose driven

Making the utmost of the sweet moment we'd been given


We looked much like the dolphin, but with head, arms, hands, and feet.

We clung together, obviously in the throes of passion's heat


Movements became dynamic, refined, and balletic

Harmoniously demanding, and sublimely rhythmic


All movement seemed to cease, as we reached a pinnacle

No language could be…

By Sharon Cunningham

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Broken Wings

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…angel falls from the sky above. Now I know even I could not catch him. Broken feelings as he leaves.

Breathless I stand for he took my breath away. I can see the universe in those gray eyes. If only he gave me more time to explore it.

Such beauty mixed with so much pain as I watch him walk away. Now I stand alone with only tears running down my cheeks and the little black feather I hold from my fallen angels broken wings. I still have the memory's but my angel still walked away and I know now…

By Marina Vos

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Done

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…can't you see? 
My hearts breaking
But my mind holds these pieces of me.
My tears run like ink on paper
And every thought hits like a sledge hammer.
These emotions inside screaming out
Like a broken soul.
I'm done just let me break
Just teach me how to shut off
Because I can't take it anymore
My mind holding my heart together
Like glue only burns the cracks in me. 
Teach me how to break…

By Marina Vos

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Here come the Spring!

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…fluttering of the wings,

The jingling of the rings,

Say hello, here come the spring.

Waking of the bear,

Singing with cheer,

The dawning of deer,

With the first moments of the year.

Come along and sing,

And say hello, here come the spring.

The spirit of the trees,

Blooming with new leaves.

The voices at the reef,

Made by the snapping shrimp.

It’s so mesmerizing to think,

So say hello, here come the spring.

It’s time to lose your tears,

And enjoy the life, without fear.

Wait for your ship at pear,

For it to take you, far away…

By Arnab Majumdar

Website: http://dtranscendentalist.wordpress.com

Twitter: arnab8_7

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Puppet Master

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…me on. Hanging by the threads. The threads of the puppet master. Painted smile. wooden gaze. No more life left in these bones. Bones made of wood. Carved by pain. Depression. Hope lost to another one of life's great tricks. Still I try. Try to find peace in this world. World of chaos. Chaos of mind. As the storms you make swirl around me I stand and embrace it. With the storm comes my strength and weakness. Weakness to those blue eyes. Eyes of the puppet master. Hanging like a rag doll on a string. Swing me around and around …

By Marina Vos

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The Beginning

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…are gleaming with wonders,

The ways are waiting for a new adventure.

Scramming the haunted memories of past,

And facing the dynamic mystery of future.

Living the life, in such a glory,

That even misery will be afraid of its fury.

The aura of redemption is inextinguishable,

The lust for fame is impeccable.

The fire of vengeance is still on,

But the serenity of mind is not all lost.

Relinquishing the fear, buried inside us,

To embrace the prosperous…

By Arnab Majumdar

Website: https://dtranscendentalist.wordpress.com/

Twitter: arnab8_7

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this is called...

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"I went through a three week period of constant dissociation in which I meditated on the current state of affairs in my life and wrote this rambling note to myself"

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…the thing about perfect metaphors: they don't always come when we want them.

I guess that's life.

you scream.

feel her presence like the dirt under your barista's fingernails

"you were not a mistake," she roars

mouth full of raw flesh

venus in…

By Ash Cohen

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