The Call of the Void

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… her dark room

Heart aching, chest tight

Holding her breath involuntarily

Tears wet her face, the need to inflict pain into her arm suffocates her

Outside she hears the wind howl through the darkness

It’s calling again

She follows the whispers into the night barefoot and desperate

The trees are massive, strong, and twisted

The forest becomes more immense as she follows the winding trail

Leaves fall to the grown,

The smell of the green decomposing is powerful

Looking for familiarity in the shadows

Are there footsteps leading the way through the dirt…

By Becca Hulen

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Poison

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…grey thoughts surround me as I calm my shaking hand.

And hoping when my deed is done perhaps you’ll understand?

There are no second chances now, you waived them all away,

confident in knowing you’ll succeed another day.

 

So tired of all your cheating. Your lies; your cruel deceit.

I’ve found my strength to end this now: It’s going to be my treat.

I thought I’d try to stab you, but I hate the sight of blood

And burning down your house would only scare the neighbourhood.

 

But Arsenic is a great idea , concealed in Shepherd’s Pie!

Revenge is such …

By Lisa Talbott

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Voices→

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…sorrow and pain,
Her mind drifts away,
For she can't see the beauty of her nature,
With voices in her head unable to process, 
Those never ending fights with unseen sights,
She stands alone with darkness at her side,
Below the surface trembling like a dog,
Her fear is unspoken words,
Never leaving her side but oh how she wishes, 
With regrets and regards she lifts her hear head up, 
With pain and confusion she pulls back her shoulder,
With strength and courage she walks,
Always listening to the voices inside her head, 
Never would she stop singing the songs inside…

By Marina Vos

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Feelings

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Written from a hole I was not sure I would ever get out of.

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…is the spark I think I see

In others, but don’t see in me

The taste of smiles, life’s joyous zest

Why can’t I feel like all the rest?

I play my part, no understudy,

Unending search for friend or buddy

Vicarious scenes from other’s lives

A few brief sparks, my soul derives.

At times I weep, no point or thought

Perhaps from deeds I’ve done or wrought

And yet with life, I can’t connect

Emotions viewed quite circumspect.

As others’ feelings generate

I search within, a rising hate

The inability to show concern

Deep feelings aren’t a thing to…


By James Geehring

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First Step

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…must take the first step,

dead calm surrounding me.

My heart is beating fast inside,

my terror running free.

To step into the unknown,

with no safety net to catch.

A stagnant life of caution,

or live with some regrets?

The choice lies here before me.

Which path fate chose I met.

One thing is though, quite certain.

We must each decide ourselves,

for your path isn’t for me,

and mine for no one…


By Tracey Koehler

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Too Much Talk Yet Nothing Said

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…sunburst, rainbows on fire, skylights of silver stars, black cherry ice spikes, mango splash slides and champagne on angel wings.

We are craving the dynamite. We are tasting your explosions.

All the promises and the failed deliveries. The dangled broken pieces of romance and the loose fitting rumors but we keep wanting the truth we keep hoping for your reality. We watch we want and we believe as you dance and circle and flaunt. Run. No. Stay. We have to have you. Go. Wait. Show us more.

It's hypnotic erotic. It's disgusting and beautiful.

Hold still. Fly away.

There's whispers…

By Shauna Woodbury

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Voices

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Life with voices in your head can suck, but writing down their conversations bring poetry.

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With sorrow and pain,
Her mind drifts away,
For she can't see the beauty of her nature,
With voices in her head unable to process, 
Those never ending fights with unseen sights,
She stands alone with darkness at her side,
Below the surface trembling like a dog,
Her fear is unspoken words,
Never leaving her side but oh how she wishes, 
With regrets and regards she lifts her hear head up, 
With pain and confusion she pulls back her shoulder,
With strength and courage she walks,
Always listening to the voices inside her head, 
Never would she stop singing the songs inside her mind,
With a tired soul she wonders off,
Maybe tonight she'll sleep,
Maybe tonight she'll fade,
Maybe tonight is the last time,
Maybe tomorrow will be empty,
Maybe she'll give up, 
Cut away her scars,
Leave behind this mortal skin,
And walk with her ancestors.
Maybe she's tired, 
From listening to everyone,
But being told to sit quiet and pretty,
Not a sound but the voices in her head.

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