The Journey

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…bore his soul on his journey to redemption. So many regrets, so much guilt. He had traveled a great distance, and had many miles ahead of him still. Along the way, He wrote farewell to bits of his youth in the notebook he carried in his back pocket. 62 pages of broken promises, self indulgence and deceit. The notebook still contained another 38 pages to fully diverge from his former self. When he completes this cleansing journey, he will open a new notebook to fill with memories of compassion, loyalty, and love; and he will begin…

By Tracey Koehler

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A Movie

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…many words but so much pain,
Maybe some day it'll fade away,
This PTSD your words still ring,
This movie I'm watching holding deep within,
Oh sweet child let it go,
Watch it burn and watch it flow,
Out of hand,
Out of touch,
Your words still cut,
Like a movie on replay,
The tears and fears all still sting,
Maybe some day soon it'll end,
This PTSD from your hands,
The marks remain long after the bruise,
Long after the cut,
From your mouth I watched it flow,
A black liquid poison sinking in,
Your words promised love but…

By Marina Vos

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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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