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Disturbed Child

That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends, 
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor, 
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad, 
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks 
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares 
What she doesn't realize is, 
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter 
If she would only see, 
that she is loved
That disturbed child, 
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows

Copyright © Trevor Bain

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Is It Worth It

Love can seem so happy and so wonderful
But it can hurt and take away from life too
You make me so happy and make me feel so special
But then you turn around and make me feel like ****
love can turn you into a whole new person
But you could change into to something great or something no one wants
Love seems so wonderful at first 
But spending my days not knowing if you want me or even care for me is agonizing 
Sometimes i feel like your lying to me but if i say that then you'll get mad again
Your such a loose cannon, ready to burst with rage and tears
Love is so temperamental 
so can you tell me....... 
Is It Worth It?

Copyright © Trevor Bain

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A House On the Cliff's Edge

There is a house on the cliff’s edge,
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon
In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea
At times, not even the birds are seen or heard
The house is left to nature’s caress

Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind
Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch
The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners
Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon
The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray,
Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day
They are not the dark, empty rooms,
The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives
The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one
A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun,
When the clouds crisp out its beams . . .

A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room
Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards
It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm,
Stealthily leaking into the house
But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist,
Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
They were not much for socials and gatherings
They always lived their quiet, happy lives
Without a care of the outside world,
Far from anybody’s thought
Miles from the nearest home
Where the next generation comfortably lives 

He never finished fixing that leak . . .

Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms
And when it does, there is almost life there again
You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water
As a crystal dangles and falls from on high
The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . .

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
There is merely a house on the cliff’s edge
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline

-March 21, 2013-

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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Daisy trips and falls apart
The mysterious rider brings her back
And now wonders how she ll find
The way back home cause is its off the line
And runs away leaving the rider alone
He comes back for her 
On the dark dawn
She refuses to go back to his lost life
The angered rider loses control
Cause daisy was the one whom he loved from soul
And for one last time he asks her to go
To the dark den with him for eternal light
For daisy nods no cause she loves her home
Fuming with fury he wins along 
Cause daisy said she will stand her ground
The rider calls in his horse to take  leave
Distressed yet still in love he climbs his horse
Galloping his horse he starts to race
While snatching daisy from her most beloved home
Cautious and anxious she struggles through the ride
Then comes the deepest valley with the bridge
Daisy unknown of the little bit of it 
Tussling and grappling the little doll piece
Falls of the bridge before he could grab her
Bawling for help when taws’ to late for her
And once again
Daisy trips and falls apart
But the mysterious rider on black mare couldn’t save her fall
For he is down with the heart ache of his lost love
And as said so........ 
He wanders on the edge of the bridge you see
In search of his lost love or her screams
not knowing its too late for all her pleas
'Cos the daisy was the one whom he loved from h soul.
And daisy said no cause she loved her home
And so goes the story of one lost soul who took control with her innocent prose

Copyright © lakshmi alekhya

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The Dark Man

This poem is based on Mythology

She sits above all her domain
an affaire is her delight.
Her love of life you understand:
to keep the reins in tight.

She rules her realm, all fairy land.
Dark man dotes on his queen,
to fetch her tea, or raise his hand
merely to help her preen.

A strong black steed he often rides
into the land of man;
to bring the one of her desire
to her in fairy land.

He rides in haste with one intent
with just one thought in mind;
to get to where he wants to go,
find who he wants to find.

He never speaks, yet in command
no one can disobey. 
The one intended mounts behind,
they soon are on their way.

Dark man explains, the man can’t tell
secrets exposed to him.
Or boast of powers he may gain,
not now, or future dim.

For should he fail and break his word,
Dark Man will make him beg.
Will take his eye with fairy sight
or wither arm or leg.

The fairy queen, no gossip wants.
Discretion is her key.
To guard her puritan “delight”
what has to be will be.

© Oct 13, 2011 Charles Henderson
For Deb’s Creepy Irish Creatures contest
placed 2nd in the contest

Copyright © Charles Henderson

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From the depths within the deepest wells
 Amidst our friendship
 A confection of sorts
The darkest of all that dwells
 A blissful taste of blindness 
 Tends to saturate this darkness
Inside a living world of Hell
Spoken words that HATE is stirred
   And so it goes as The Devil grows
A cauldron
 Inside I fell
 Wished to death and cast His spell
Naked eyelids from behind us fell
 Bound in endless MADNESS
 Damned to eternal SADNESS
Forsaken as He chimes His bell
 For whom it tolls
 Blackened spirits rose
     And so it goes as The Devil grows
A resurrection of forgotten Souls
 Shadows of faceless strangers
 Dance and play in the face of danger
Silenced without a tongue to tell
 Masquerading these dark secrets
 Then we laugh as it's laced   We drink it
With this knot I slipped into my hole
It's a Fairy Tale in the Hell we know
     And so it goes as The Devil grows
With blood as my tears
   Stay Gold

   By Christian Alexander

Copyright © Christian Alexander

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Succubus In Bloom Lyrics

Well you’ve gone where the cold wind blows, and the soil is plagued with fear.  Treat your wounds. Rest awhile, 
the DEVIL can’t find you here. 2X
Box full of bones and the serpents they know not to cross her path. 
The locusts they rise and take to the sky, 
you know not the spells you cast. 2X
Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour.
Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep.
In a box my bones will go.4X
Father bless this child of sin consume her eyes and salvage her skin drape it across her mother’s face to bind and hold the tears in.
Mistress of black, I know you’ll come back with razors thirsty and clean.
This canvas of flesh Please remove your dress and (drain me of my sin)4X
Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour.
Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep.
In a box my bones will go.4X

Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R.

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A Dark Fairy tale

There once was a princess
so beautiful,
That all those who beheld her
Wanted her hand forever

There was, at this time,
A White Knight
In shining armor
(save a few tarnish spots
he'd somehow overlooked)
Who roamed the land
Seeking justice and true love

Unbeknownst to those
in the kingdom,
The beautiful princess
was secretly controlled,
and endlessly tortured;
By evil dragons
Servants of a Dark Sorcerer

Dragons of abuse, loneliness
and jealousy-
She desperately sought a love
One promised in a dream...
A total and true love
Independent of her beauty,
or her wealth

The White Knight;
Clumsy at times-
Had the keenest vision
in all the land
And the purest inner heart

His sword was sharp
(sharper than him)
And dragons fled from him

He searched the land
For the true love he so needed

One day the knight
came upon the Princess's realm

One glimpse and his heart
was hers
But dragons have wings
And the host of dragons
flapped their's
so furiously...
that the ground shook

The knight stumbled,
Smiting his head

Suddenly his vision fouled
He knew in his heart
he had to rescue her...
from these fierce dragons

But his vision, now blurred
Would not let him
wield his sword in defense

Heros sometimes fail-
As did our brave knight...
And the dragons

The princess still waits
In her lonely tower

She will not forget-
His love, and his valor-

She will not be free...

She will await a
new, braver,
stronger knight

But he may never come

And the dragons
may lose next time...
And the princess
our knight prays...
Will be happy,

And free-
At last."

Copyright © tom bell

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The Wanderer Part two

I grabbed her hand
Hope and love sweling
Mixing into an enticing brew
Whose flavor
brought forth
all the wild creatures
from the desert araound me.
They applauded m success
and ran back for their's

But I had the luck
of the blessed
I held her hand tight
Told her who I was
She nodded
Her light engulfed me

Suddenly my fright swelled inside
What if she left too?
The dark roadis too hard
for me now.

She grabbed my hand
Told me she loved me
In twelve seconds
she smelt my fear
tasted my love
Tired of my existence
and departed

I was rooted to the spot
Her flesh's warmth
had yet to leave my palm
when she passed into the sunset

Shock numbed my feet
Shock numbed my tongue

It was dark
Darker than it had been
Too dark to breath
Too dark to walk

I fell by the roadside
To the vultures
Even crawling was too hard
I poked out my eyes
So no more beauty could touch my soul
I cut off my feet
So I could not walk
It took all of two seconds
for the vultures to come
My end is here
But death is preferable to pain
I welcome the big grey birds."

Copyright © tom bell

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The Other Side of the Moon

     You won't 
be able 
      to turn 
       from the bright shining 
it's gleam 
the dark night
      yet we wonder
yes we wonder
      what's on the dark side of the moon
             Men have walked on this 
         which the 
poets and the ancients 
     In our struggle 
to be free
    of all we call
we have relegated 
     the moon to the realm of
   yet there is 
a "dark side of 
the moon"
       which is known 
to seers, bards
prophers and
whose second sight
allows them to 
penetrate the 
mist enshrouded 

Copyright © Matthew Anish

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From fabrics torn, in ruin, she hail,
Above the deck, beneath the sail,
Above silent meadow, the sea,
Her frosty breath, in doom, she see.

Her fondness torn, her kids apart,
Though love follows her broken heart,
Her sorrow tears on rusted chains,
For holding children once again.

The howling steam erased skies,
And fright gallops the silent cries,
As faces pale in feeble grip,
And sea moaning the crowded ship.

The days are past, remedies none,
The burned down farms from firing sun,
They bent on knees for kids to feed,
Beneath the feet for coin, indeed.

Her husband dead from bones to sweat,
Hard labor earning, closing, debt,
She buried body, beneath the farm,
And begs for mercy, waiting harm.

The beats in rage far fierce than flame,
The bells were rung, with chains they came,
Her toes were trembling, wrath unfolds,
They tortured, beat and tied her, cold.

While taken heart and soul from kids,
The slave in chain with tearful lids,
They dragged and stripped in crowded street,
And brought with slaves to ship, the fleet.

Through cries unheard and night she sails,
With slaves in ship with fuming trails,
To hungers deep in scalding cold,
And chapped lip-lines numb, breaking hold.

Her skin was pale, the hunger tale,
As blue veins rose beneath her nails,
To fading night, her dim eyes sleep,
Her moon-light fades and die asleep.
©Anees Rahman

Copyright © Anees Rahman

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A Doctors Ballad

I never really understood people until I took apart my old school chum Rick.
Now I know exactly what makes the human heart tick.
The intricacy of the human circuitry is Gods most artful work without uncertainty.
Like a great operatic performance accompanied by a grand orchestra, all our organs sing as one and all together.
To give such life as this in a manor of theatrical grandeur, but life comes at a cost however, this is something that we can not sever, for one soul to live it must take from another.
You see hunting a human is just like hunting any animal, you always track those that are weak and incapable.
I study those that indulge greatly in life's pleasurable sins, I always proceed to take them apart starting with their limbs.
To squander such a gift is a crime against those souls no longer living.
It is a crime that should be dealt with swiftly and unforgiving.
You may find my words harsh and cruel but punishment is dealt where punishment is due.
The scholars and gossips call me a Devil worshiper or a Satanist.
But I am an admirer of God and I dream to be like him, a great creationist. 
To some I'm known as the mad doctor who haunts the river Rhine, but to my acquaintances I'm known simply as Victor Frankenstein.

Copyright © Damien Biggs

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Today I am crying
I am crying that my brothers are fighting
The fighting started from historical claim
The claim that never any sides to give in
Today my tears fell to my bosom
I am anxious to what happen

Why never the peace is reign?
Why war shall be the end?
Why the people love to kill?
Why there is no way to end without blood spill?

I am not superman to stop the falling tears
I wanted to embrace my brothers to say please stop!
Please stop the war that spills blood.
I wanted to cry out loud but my sober is louder

Please end the war 
Stop and give ending
There would be no winner fighting between brothers
The only winner in war is “loser” for fighting with brothers
There must be other ways - to the end the bloodshed!
Please stop it, stop the war!!!
Stop the war!
Stop the fighting!
Stoppppppppppppppppppp the War!!!!!
Where are you UNNNNNNNNN?

Sunday, 3rd March 2013

A poem for the current skirmish in Lahad Datu and Semporna
Sabah, Malaysia. Let us all pray for PEACE! 

Copyright © Neldy Jolo

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Lost in Paris

my soul undresses
in view of the blue world
this virgin sky
our eternal sea
and the forest to inspire
oh my sad desert
i've lost my way

Copyright © Milan Georges Burovac

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Star Child

Constellations in my eyes;
Windows they're said to be.
Look into them now, and tell me what you see.

Calling every angel born in Hell:
"A child of the stars looking for his soul to sell.
So few are left to be birthed of Orion's Belt."

Soon they came; rulers of every layer.
Each to make their offer, 
And leave their summoning prayer. 

"Centuries of wisdom, and a mind that holds no time.
The past, present, and future are all close friends of mine,
And the Titans of the Universe I stand so close behind."

They opened all my wounds to taste how I have suffered,
Shamed me for my scars and all that I've recovered. 
Then mocked me for my weakness, known only as 'The Lover'.

"It is forbidden for us to deal a soul of the cosmos,
And you taunt us for what you wish to sell.
But we've found something in you to make us heroes down in Hell."

You are protected by forces greater than your own.
Should any God or Demon make you bow before him,
Death would surely find his throne.

It's your heart that we desire, and the love that you still hold.
Grant us this purity and surely you'll have more than this world can hold.
Let it be known that your heart is the heaviest to hold.

Surely it is quite the burden to bear.
So strange in it's nature, let us free you from it's wear.
Success will quickly follow and embrace you in it's care."

Yes! Take from me all that you desire!
No longer will I suffer in it's muck and it's mire!
Do with it what you will in the cold and the fire!

With their prize, they left with no hesitation.
Legion upon legion; Hells' United Nations.
All for their Master and all in celebration.

Lowly creatures is what they're cursed to be.
They know me by many names, they know me by many faces.
And my heart I've sold on every occasion. 

Fools! Surely they must know!
That every heart I give away
Brings me the love that stays.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

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The storm

The storm

The sky above was filled right up
With big, black, monstrous clouds
The thunder hit the blackened skies
His voice so very loud
Forked all across the morning skies
Fiery fingers streak on out
Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong
And rain is all about

Oh how that rain came teeming down
Just like it’s on a mission
To wash away the whole damned earth
As with her quiet precision
Mother Nature puts the pressure on
To warn us human souls
Of the damage she could do
With the power in her role

The rain, It pours down onto me
But I don’t feel a thing
I’m covered by my wetland gear
And my heart begins to sing
For me, I love these thunder storms
With all their mighty power
Though some on seeing all this drama
Would hide away and cower.

17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Om Ega

this emptiness
this nothing
finally - we are

time against time

I am only a human
simpler than one instant

of the fragile flesh
of the roaming mind

a walking dead

Copyright © Milan Georges Burovac

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Sensual Fool


I know how started in a lonely sort of way, wanting so bad to have a new day!!!
You came unexpectedly an didn't defeat ..I wasn't so sure if we should even meet..!!
I wasn't  attracted to you at first....but the sound of your voice gave me no choice!!
Little did I know that you war a mask!!! An the battle had begun for you to complete your task!!! That you would get what you wanted at any cost..!  That Maybe So,but you are Lost!!!

Copyright © Ninette Carey

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Growing Emptiness

My flesh and bone, can't seem to hone
in on the substance I once had
Right and wrong, difference known
I never can choose anymore good over bad
I once was an optimistic hope filled inspiration
Now consumed by an empty shallow occupation
Fame, sex, drugs, feels good to the touch
but never, inevitably, amounts to much
Loving pleasure, hating to face pain
The suppression just makes me insane
Selfishness, recklessness and pride prevail
My half hearted attempts at decency always fail
Not because normalcy is unattainable
But because I choose instead to have my belly full
Once I chose depth and sincerity over surface greed
When darkness calls I now heed
While these things seem to satisfy now
I can't help to see my outlook on life is increasingly foul
A self inflicted wound, I must admit
I know this life is not a good fit
Once again I'm reminded that time after time
and all the same signs
I just can't seem to repress
This growing emptiness

Copyright © Merry Marie

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The Devil's Dead Roses A prelude to the Bete Noire

The Devil's Dead Roses
A prelude to the Bete Noire 

Please stop Please stop
Don't look at my face
Please stop Please stop 
Don't look at my face.                                              
  -  Every time you see what I see     
  -  Every time you see what I see 

So precious 
Disgusting taste 
Back handed smile plays
Your devious face 
So lost without me 
Looking down without grace 
Masquerade - You dance high
"So Great"
And the needle's laced

The Blood of Christ 
In my hands 
Understand! Understand!!
Still you laugh through me in sin
These cravings 
So thirsty
Me first please
I'm fiending 
So lasting this laughing 
It's fancy, us dancing 
Delusions in envy
Pornographic Fantastic 
Your eyes bleed
So frightening 
My flesh disappearing 
Your lies scream 
You hate me
So blinding 
My eyes sting
Left silent Sick violence
We play for today
"My little prey come this way" 
Separate from peace
A pornographic feast
And this poison that you're spitting on my flesh
And this poison that you're spitting is so fresh 
And this poison that you spit
Is coming at me
It's all coming at me 
And up my spine 
Such wicked chills                  Diluted in envy 
Why you coming at me
Why me
Why me
Why you coming at me
Naked hand in hand
Sends wicked chills 
And up my spine
Twisted little thrills 
"How Divine!!?"
A blind dream
I'm finding YOU WATCHING 
This hate thing
Your mask is so frightening 

Back handed smile 
A little guile 
So sick
Looking in at your grin
When you stick me
"You fuqqing win" 
So I just laugh and I laugh
And I sing and I laugh
And I dance and I laugh
And I laugh and I laugh
And a couple more drinks
And a couple more drinks ...

          by Christian Alexander

Copyright © Christian Alexander

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This soul was dying and crashing,
But she gave me a breath of life.
She whispered beautiful words of life,
That rejuvenated the strength within.
I started to feel the life within me rise,
And made me feel alive again.

With the breath of life I rose again,
And the petals of my life blossomed.
Once more I felt the warmth of love,
Melting down my once cold heart,
Into a warm heart that can hold love.
It is a good feeling of happiness,
That makes this heart make a beat.

In the shadow of my own loneliness, 
Life was as dark as a dark night is. 
The sun in my life had never set,
And the moonlight was never bright,
To light up the world around me,
Until she gave me a breath of life,
That filled my heart with love.

She is coming from the far horizon,
But I can smell the smell of her perfume.
With her majestic move I hear her steps,
And my heart is beating in expectancy,
With every step she makes closer.
My hands are widening up for her,
Ready to hold her in my arms of love.


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Far Dorocha

The dark man rides throughout the land,
true servant of his Queen;
and follows he, her stern command,
to fetch the sweetest seen.

He never speaks, this silent man.
His gaze is straight ahead.
But mortals understand his plan,
and let themselves be led.

The dark man he will play his part.
He’ll whisk them clean away.
Tho’ if the Queen feels kind of heart,
they’re home again next day. 

But woe betide the ones who speak
of such a fairy game.
The dark man once again will seek
to blind, strike dumb or maim.

Then as the hallowed e’en draws nigh,
let mortals all beware:
When witches ride the midnight sky,
the dark man will be there.

October 12th 2011
See about this poem

Copyright © Margaret Foster

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heart break

My mind always run and hide so i crawl into a a bottle and wait  for tomorrow my  brain want’s to borrow some courage to put a gun to my head end this suffering. My heart is living in sorrow from this heart break cant take it no more my eyes are bloody from crying  I’m dying inside so please come end my misery. why  you can’t heel my broken heart you said forever and always I guess that was a lie my heart cry for you and what you do you stab me in my broken heart with a knife so please come end my life .


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Some Of Us

Some of us get it, some of us don't.
Many of us start the work some of us won't.
Different rooms with unfamiliar faces
Similar stories from a myriad of places.

"Keep it simple, take it easy". That's what I hear.
Truly a blessing not to cower in fear.
Trying to be silent, absorb what is said
To leave the group hopeful, not filled with dread.

Thoughts of my brother now four years dead.
Still feeling pain over angry words said.
Knowing with his God he is at peace.
Asking of my God for some sense of release.

Struggled along the way to six months earned.
Know how to stir up hornets nests, that I've learned.
Hearing the wisdom of all the aged codgers,
Grumpy old men thinking they're Mr. Rogers.

Making amends to those I had harmed,
Most understood, while others not charmed.
My path is clear, of that I'm certain.
Others decide to raise their own curtain.

Failure of others is painful to see.
Not watching my ass, that could be me.
The beast is a menace, indifferent to all.
Some of us rise, too many of us fall.

Copyright © Robert Kellogg

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You are the Good: I am the Evil

You are the light of a day,
I am the darkest of grays.
You are the significant Sun,
I am the forgotten Moon.

You are the sweet make-believe dreams,
I am the tragic nightmares.
You are a glorious angel,
I am a dreary demon.

You are the bright rainbow,
I am the dull rain.
You are the boat that floats,
I am the anchor that sinks.

You are the peaceful Valley,
I am the destructive war.
You are the tame beauty,
I am the wild beast.

You are the precious living,
I am the shallow dead.
You are the glistening stars,
I am the darkening night.

You are the wonderful strength,
I am the terrible weakness.
You are the beautiful heavens,
I am the unpleasant hells.

Copyright © Katie Tiller

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darkness at noon

the blue sky turns darker
as the Sun leads the wars
against dark moons 
and dark allies
that take over our world
leaves become snakes
and theives rule the land
in the battle for days
our nights are in our hands
trees and flowers grow in sleepy cars
seas roam the galaxy seeking new ways
of light
birds fly away in search of warm blue days
and all that remains are people and wishes
of fruit, love and wisdom

Copyright © Ernestine Wilson

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An Ode to Struggle

All the days go by desperately,
Everyday is a day to be overcome,
I am struggling to get through them,
Just to live another day in agony.

I wish to come out victorious,
Of all the turmoil I have to bear,
Of all the pain that I go through,
Of the loneliness that grips my heart.

Each day passes by me unnoticed,
Each day has become my sworn enemy,
Each day I wish for things to change,
Everyday I pray for a miracle to happen.

I hope to get through this unharmed
Without a scar to remind me of this
This story I wish to end well or let me be
Without any expectations of what will be.

Copyright © Fiona Herne

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Reading from a man`s mind “facial expression “
‘My face my shuttered face’
His face tells more than a mouth could tell
‘My face tears running down my face’

It tells out more than you can read from his heart
‘My heart a bleeding heart’
For a man is a reserved creature where emotions are hidden 
‘My emotions when love is involved’

For loving is caring and kind as is 
“A gift from above a gift from God “
So are the feelings that present what it reads in heart
‘My heart that trust my heart fear disappointment’

The feeling of loving is the feeling of longing
‘I am longing for a soul mate a true friend’
For a man has lost a rib in the beginning for creation of a soul mate

‘Yes he lost one rib for a reason to create... The one and only’
And yes the feeling of loving is a feeling of reclaiming back thy creation to make a man complete. 

Surviving the times of loneliness is like walking on a desert
‘A desert of no hope with high temperatures’
Yes a desert of no hope where a man can’t live for long without water
‘And yes brave men do’ to reclaim their belonging

He will survive thy temperatures “forever “he will love thy creation
“Neither” will he hurt nor lie to her
As he walks through the desert he think about her, he sees her face even though never met her, his face is wet as tears of joy running down his face

But he still continues even though there is no hope for water along the way 
As tears and sweat run down his face and body he hopes to meet a true creature made out of his rib, few more steps going ahead he smiles he feels complete then he sings”                                                                                                                                 “He wishes for love not tears of blood from a broken heart”

Tears of blood fall from a broken heart
A man never wish to separate from thy creation
for he wish to hold on "forever"
 "never “do he wish to part ways with thy loved one

”Say you love me, look in the eye and make a promise”

“Please don’t leave me please don’t hurt me”

“Your tender touch, a soft kiss”
“things about you I enjoy most”

“as I often cry when I’m with you deep down I smile and tears of joy falling down my face “


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Shona McFee

She lived in a house in a deep dark wood,
Her name was Shona McFee.
When she let down her hair where the oak-tree stood
The mist rolled in from the sea.
It curled and it twirled and enfolded itself round
The remarkable Shona McFee.

She walked up the hill where the snow leopards stalked
The indomitable Shona McFee.
The animals came and they walked where she walked,
How I wish they could have been me.
She turned right round and embraced every one,
For she was loving, was Shona McFee.

As night stooped down she came down too,
The delectable Shona McFee.
She lit a fire by her hut and she clapped with her shoe,
Come, little creatures to me!
And the owls and the bats and the forest’s deer
Came dashing to Shona McFee.

In a town not far from the deep dark wood,
I dreamt of Shona McFee.
She lets down her hair in romantic mood,
And the startled animals flee.
She walks and she walks and her heart beats fast,
Come hither, Shona McFee!

In a town not far from the deep dark wood,
I lie dreaming of Shona McFee.
I hear her steps step on the stippled grey road.
And know she is coming to me.
I run downstairs and throw open the door,
To no sign of Shona McFee.

Copyright © Paul James

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The Horsemen

You know they are coming
See the dust in the air
Feel the ground tremble beneath your feet.
Can't quite see them
But you know they are there
Suddenly your face is white as a sheet.

The Horsemen are riding
Your world is ending
No use complaining it just isn't fair.
Swords scything down
Trumpeting stallions
The battle is over so don't even care.

Man's castles are falling
His caverns no respite,
Armies are dust in a flash of might.
The judgement is binding,
The deep dead are rising,
Their sad faces form in the fading light.

You're torn and your tattered,
The scent of blood heavy
Old Earth is shaking, you try to run.
The darkness is closing
You better be ready
The Horsemen are coming, the end has begun!

Copyright © Melvyn Taggart