Free

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…joy on the faces of children, the love in the eyes of a dog

The flames as they dance in the fireplace, peeking out from the spaces in logs,

The wave as it breaks on the shoreline, the wind as it sings through the tree

The truest of feelings bestowed on our hearts, the best things in life are quite free.


No price of admission for our minds and our eyes, yet still a small tab for our time,

The hours and the minutes fall out of life’s purse, in an orderly manner sublime.

Remember sun’s glint on a mountain’s…

By James Geehring

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The Same Ghosts

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…her heart be broken a thousand times by the same ghosts?

Because through the pain she bleeds words cut from stone,

Carved into the broken walls of her veins,

Her blood seeps through her pen,

Magical words hide a past,

More then just a shadow lay behind her,

But no one sees,

The knife that cuts is the words of the dead,

Hidden by there emptiness they act as if though they're sweet nothings,

Pain deep inside but she doesn't speak,

Because who will believe the words of the dead,

So few see the patterns and paintings carved slowly through…


By Marina Vos

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The Quest

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…two boulders, monolithic

Lone knight rides on quest, specific.

Heart’s desire, no lust for gold

Just TRUE love as in stories told.

Armor tarnished, dust of leagues

Love’s long journey, horse fatigues.

Resenting rest, yet needing sleep

Enters in to night’s safe keep.

New day has dawned, determination

Hope in breast, great expectation

Path by lake, so lonely long

Beckons with love’s siren song.

His treasure of desires, so near

Sweet flowered scents in air, calm fear.

In patch of sun, a grassy glade

By nearby copse, sits fair young maid.

Arms reach upward, lifting helm

Dismounts his steed, now…

By James Geehring

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Halo and Horns

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…and those pretty eyes never saw the real monster hidden behind those blonde curls, you saw a perfect women a perfect mother but never the one who let her children wonder, wonder if they'll survive another day alone from the one who used to hurt them so, a broken angel fallen so far found her true colors in the darkest days found her horns when she was needed most,

A father broken by years of work turns slowly into a baby girl’s worst nightmare as she tries, tries to protect her baby brother from the ones who she thought loved…


By Marina Vos

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Day Dream

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…hours spent

Trying to fix the past

And its regrets.

Heartaches and headaches

From sleepless nights and

caffeine fuelled daydreams.

Broken. Shattered.

Pain from split memory's

Laying like shards on the ground.

Casting beautiful colors on the

Dark walls of a nighttime room.

Broken. Shattered.

Diamonds of the past

Ruby's of the future.

Ashes of forgotten pain

And fire of the present.

Broken. Shattered.

This child gave in

To the sleepless nights

And caffeine fuelled…


By Marina Vos

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Dark Side of the Moon

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…walked, bright sun upon my back, towards penumbra hills

My path through dim lit shadows which the inky darkness kills.

And now our star is hidden, no more rays of glinting light,

Just glimmers from the cosmos to adorn the constant night.

 

No one from Earth can see me, on this darkened lunar plain

No questioning of thoughts or deeds to form my life’s refrain.

I’m safe away from world of woes, but know I am alone

I seek to build a ship to sail where cosmic winds have blown.

 

No earthly eyes to witness my escape, they cannot see…


By James Geehring

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Breaking Free

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…had been caged far too long.

Bound by her sorrows and fears.

Secluded in the dim room with the old, creaky wooden floors.

Stale air that turned magical in the intruding beam of sun, dust motes dancing round her head.

The comforting hiss of the radiator in the corner, releasing heat to warm her bones.

Her sanctity, her security.

And one day she wanted more.

She opened the door cautiously and stepped into the world, bewildered and amazed.

Clean air filled her lungs, sun warmed her face, a kaleidoscope of colors and movement in her eyes.

She broke free, knowing…

By Tracey Koehler

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Promises Unkempt

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…said you’d be better... it got worse

You said you couldn’t live without me

Me? The one you never even see?

In the beginning you were so filled with passion

Now I’m on the back burner for when you’re bored says your actions

I’ve been telling you for weeks I’m not ok

Now my wrists hold the evidence that I barely survived another day

You are done there, living separate lives

She’s making your lunch and wearing your ring

Doesn’t seem so done from this side as another piece of my soul dies.

Why do I do this to myself…

By Gabriella Nelson

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Dawn's Early Light

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…light not broken, still pitch black beyond the glass
The window’s act as mirrors where no outside visions pass.
Perhaps a time to ponder how I view my life and self
I reached for pen and paper which was stored upon the shelf.

Before I’d had the time to organize my thoughts in ink
My eyes began to notice hazy lines, quite dim and pink.
Reflections off the windows seemed to fight to stay opaque
Deep purple background silhouettes now follow darkness’ wake.

The sun had not yet shown its’ disk above horizon’s line
It’s glowing vanguard, chroma blues, not…

By James Geehring

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