~Silence

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…in my head are acting up again and I can't take it anymore,

Can I have some silence?

It's all I want for my mind is a mess with hollow thoughts,

Thoughts of death,

And of life,

Thoughts of sights unseen by the modern eye,

Can I have some silence?

My head hurts from all the noise,

Noise of the forgotten screaming out their names for some one to hear,

The fallen ones scream etched into the hollow walls of our minds,

Walls we built too high and now we cry because no one can climb over,

Can I have…

By Marina Vos

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The Promise

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…to your house

And knocked on your door

My breathing was heavy

My gaze on the floor

♥I was feeling uneasy

Didn’t know what to expect

But you pulled me in closely

And tenderly kissed my neck

♥Tingles and shivers

Ran down my spine

The taste of your lips

So sweetly divine

♥You took my coat

And set it aside

Excitement now surges

As our bodies collide

♥You whispered softly

Into my ear

All those sweet nothings

I long to hear

♥It was pure passion

Completely laid bare

Electrified energy

Crackled the air

♥We shared happy laughter

I basked in…

By Sharon Cunningham

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The sparrow and the crow

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…the crow, "you call yourself a bird"? You're neither beautiful or graceful, and you caw, how absurd. You're always alone, sitting in that tree all day long. Unlike me who is colorful, with a beautiful song. The crow spreads his wings and looks down at the bird. My caw is to communicate, not just to be heard. My color is dark, to blend with the night. I soar to travel, not flap just for flight,. My perch is always the woods tallest tree. You will never witness the view my eyes see. For you little…

By Maria Hahn

Website: http://Reflectonsofmar

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There Is Sound

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…room with intelligent

Intelligible language

Language

And God, what is language?

The universe waking up

Speaking to itself

Singing itself to choir

Choruses and talk of angels in the ether from the pews and from the rafters

Silent lightning

Cracking barreling thunder

Laughter

Melodic

Beautiful as that of a lover

The sound crashing the sound;

Overlapping, not breaking

I hear myself scratch my own head-

Like a comet listening to its trail of embers, slower

The bright lights of the sky

Caught up in silent dangle

Geological time

Infinity

The ringing checked metal slug of the toaster shooting out…

Jacob Lampros

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Lost in Self

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…of breeze wind arose spring of joy in ME

A look up in the sky, it unleashes power with in ME

A flow of river floats ME lighter

A fire of flame shows ME highest

Yet i am a fire in self, I will raise high!!

Yet i am a fire in self, I will raise high

I am lost in self

Hey sunny, you raise high, I rise too

Hey sunny, you fall low, I fall too.

Hey moony, you spread the light, I too

I am a light arose from dark and is so you are !!

Yet, I…

By Sudarshan Reddy

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Twitter: JustSudarshan

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Fallen Hero

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…want to be a strong man

Digging in this Earth hoping some one will see,

These hands of Fate they're not what they seem,

I don't wanna be no superhero

I don't want to be a strong man,

I want to be human,

I want to see the Earth through the eyes of another,

I don't wanna be no superhero

I don't wanting be a strong man,

I want to see the true colors of the men that walk aside us,

I don't wanna be no superhero

I don't…

By Marina Vos

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The Night

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…glimmers of dampness dry, as . . . .
her smile wanders familiar contours.
He is hers


Restless. . . . she rises, drifting. . . .
with naked grace through dim purple rooms,
only to return. . . . restless still, to his bed.
On her side, reclining,
long hair spilled across his abdomen,
cheek upon it, calm, content.

Rhythmic the surge of breath. . . .
reminiscent of ocean swell, lulls her.
Absently a finger traces patterns,
faintly brushing,
twirling the dark hair of pubis, thigh.
Random patterns, innocent,
as a child might etch in sand.
He is hers.


Subtle the change. . . . minute,
a pulse beneath ear, temple.
In intimate, mirthful awe she watches.
Passion’s Phoenix rises.
Fingers…

By Roger C Horton

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I Miss My Links

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…links that were created

By the

struggles and pains,

I miss my links

Not the

links to the handcuffs

But the

links that was suppose to

bind Us together

From the

craddle to the cane,

Man I miss my links

Not the ones

that were created to

keep us enslaved

But the ones

that manifested in spirit

while we marched in the rain,

Great Spirit I miss my links

Not the ones

that kept us drowning in lies

But the ones

that open my eyes

because we came together

in that

right state of mind

Almost…

By Inuk Gavilanes

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The Old Oak Tree

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…foams frothy white at the wide open mouth

And when the wind blows from the south

You can almost hear the pirates song

When they use to visit the cave, but those years are long gone

That's where they use to hide their treasures

But now only the waves laps in at it's leisure

You once asked me,"why don't you explore the cave by the sea"

"To find diamonds and the gold that there might be"

I only shot you a smile

Because I knew all the while

I had already found my diamond

And around you my arms…

By Pauline Morris

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But He Don't Hear Me

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…his minds somewhere.

He talks; I hear each word,

Listen; know what I’ve heard.

I hear all that he needs,

He tells me how he bleeds,

But he don’t hear me try,

Don’t know I’m gonna die.

I remember, its absurd,

Every lie and hurtful word,

And though he doesn’t hear me,

He often swears he loves me,

Brings home the daily bread,

And takes me to his bed.

Within I feel the way,

His words cut every day.

Says, I don’t like your friend,

You’re not seeing her again,

Or you’re not working there.

Or! Hey! What’s with your hair?

Girl you’re…

By Roger C Horton​​​​​​​

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