Hell's Blue Eyes

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…was an angel,
He was the devil,
Some times it felt like love,
Other times it hurt,
She didn't want to leave but his words drove her mad for he broke her Halo and watched it burn but this is not a one sided story for she too broke the devil,
Her love pure as day burned his skin with each touch but never would they stop,
Her words of sweet nothings hurt him so,
And those wings tipped with gold,
Her pride and joy white as fresh snow atop a winter's mountain and eyes blue as sea foam,
She …

By Marina Vos

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Winter's Storm

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…snow is falling gently, so fine it’s barely seen

Yet piles upon the rails and walls with dull reflected sheen.

The even lines are broken here and there by Sparrows perch

Tree’s branches weighted down with snow form naves in wooded church.

 

Tracks, like ink upon a page, draw lines across the ground

Trailing off to disappear beyond a rock or mound.

With nature’s palette frozen, all that’s left, dull browns and grays

A gauzy veil of silence draped on monochrome displays.

 

The rocks along the creek seem like desserts with frosty icing

The stream a blurry mirror with reflections…

By James Geehring

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The Broken One

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…found this broken,
This broken little piece of me,
It holds on,
It holds on to the shadows you don't see,
This little piece of darkness hides behind the light,
This cracked soul it holds on to something deep inside,
Maybe it's a source of light but right now all I see is shadows of a life left behind,
This broken little bit it tries to save the ones who see,
I'm just another broken soul with cracks in my eyes,
I'm just a lost princess with blood on my hands,
This cracked soul speaks words only the broken few …

By Marina Vos

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Melting Frozen Hearts

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…found her frozen body on the path he took to prowl. Drawn to her sheer beauty, he dropped his kill and stood in awe.
Captivating. Alluring.
The sun shown on her diamond glinted face. frost covered and illuminating the dimming forest space.
His beastly heart softened and a tear slid down his cheek. His eyes, dark and warm, we’re filled with sympathy.
He picked her up quite gently and wrapped her in his cloak, mindful of her delicacy, she was completely froze. His big large, mitten hands held this captivating creature.
He made his trek quite quickly to get her …

By Tracey Koehler

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Spanner

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…many adjustable spanners are there in the world?
Meaningful interaction with this question
involves and requires
recognition of the latent emergency
of the essentializing informational inquiry imperative nominally situated
at the apex of a hyper inquisitive meta suite
of investigative strategies that negate formulaic contingencies
in superlative categorical hierarchical arrangements of theoretical completeness
excepting as unique essential banal retort
for the treatment of classifying interrogative positioning and articulation
within the boundaries of structural dimensional sequence identification
in the iterative.
Now;
The emergence of multi disciplinary approaches
at the original context of multivalent uncertainties generates -
through the interpolation of notions of …

By anthony andrea

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Darkling

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…eyes, like dull moonstones,
are clouded and without sight.
I am afraid but still moving forward
The metallic taste of blood in my mouth
Driving an unknown thirst.

I lurch and stagger
As though each step will be my last
Yet I remain upright, aware of an icy pull
Drawing me towards the shadows
And a dim figure within.

I draw closer and feel my mouth open
The smell of fear is there
Screaming thoughts that I can taste
A searing flame inside me
Insistent on action!

I sense an intelligent mind, so close
and cannot stop myself
the skull …

By James Geehring

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Heaven and Anarchy

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…of heaven crash to the ground,
Anarchy,
Anarchy it stains our skin,
Visions of heaven
Visions of heaven falling slowly into our world as it burns slowly dying,
Anarchy,
Anarchy it washes away the ashes,
Visions of heaven slowly burning,
Anarchy rising through the sky as
Heaven crashes to the ground,
Showing us,
Showing us how ur minds can manipulate the future,
Visions of heaven fading away from our minds,
Anarchy,
Anarchy bringing us back to earth,
Slowly pulling us and slowly turning us from the heavens,
Visions of heaven crash to the ground,
We watch and we wait but…

By Marina Vos

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Introvert's Dream

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…depression lead to weariness
Society refuse to oblige to my plight
I am face with terror on earth that
I felt everything is working against me
Revolution came and pass but I am still
expecting mine.

I sometimes feel dejected by social
Obstacles that maim and constrain my endeavors
Tides and time are like enemies to me
And I felt lonely always despite the uproar surrounding me.

I am in the midst of sorrow and my
heart tumbles like the rough way leading
to my house. When I for see journey of thousands
Years, I smile and when life chain …

By Petah Blutife

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The Unloved

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…of us are meant to be loved,
while others are to remain alone.
It’s hard. Who gets to decide the fate of our hearts?
Why do some deserve flowers while others tears?
Why do some have to remain strong,
while others are held and cherished?
And why, oh God, why, are the unloved
presented with hope?
Hope can be cruel in a world
meant for the unloved to remain…

By Tracey Koehler

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Blocked

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…have coaxed from my soul’s heart
A few more drops of blood
Dripped as words upon
The sheet of paper before me
And they have disappeared.

The blank page has shed my scratches
Like raindrops on oil
They fall carelessly
Off every edge
Into oblivion.

My pen seems now a ghost
Unable to produce
Evidence of thought
Wordy wisps, like smoke
In the slightest breeze.

The quill’s trail vanishes instantly
Perhaps just disappearing ink
Waiting for an unknown flame
To warm the page
Revealing…

By James Geehring

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