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Signing Off

--Goodbye--To my Addiction-

The time has come to part,
I will leave many with broken hearts
If one day you call on me,
I'm sad to say I will hold my tongue missing each one relentlessly 
I'm not doing this for me; I am doing this for you
I could stay here and win, and not give in 
But, this soup bowl comes with demons and nasty shadows
Demons and nasty shadows, taking and crashing my light
Demons I had to fight off the entire time I was here
Shadows hating the way I welcomed every poet with a happy cheer
Demons and shadows whom drown in their selfish everyday pity.

For those smiling on my departure, 
I want you to have this wonderful gift 
So please copy paste this moment from the bottom of my heart
**I hope this gift brings you laughter, knowing 
I've been sad, these past few days, drying up my final soup tears**

I will miss this part of what makes me ME -my love and lust for poetry.
I agree with many I should never surrender to the envy of demonic dust
Giving up the passion that completed a part of my soul for years
But, the reality of life, is the life's I give and given when I make love happen
In my heart I know it's time to give myself back to reality
SO AT THE END I WIN, I'm the one who ends up with an everlasting smile
I'll finally be free from this place, where most treated me unfair & unkind
Free, from the negativity of the few who hide behind a dishonest disguise?

Wait until you notice your soup bowl's going stale
You will miss me, and I will miss you
But, my enemy will miss me even more
Reminiscing the times we spent hogging up 70% of blogs,
Arguing and fighting over not agreeing with many thoughts.
But, it was never the differences of opinions, it was more like---
Let's slay the Destroyer, a name like that should never be on top
So please know I am sad, and this is not the way I want to go
I'm not leaving you because I want to 
I'm leaving you because, the rumors are 
"The soup is better without the sweetness of the poet destroyer."
The only big thing about me -was my heart not my ego 
I never claimed to be the best; 
You're the one who claimed I am good enough
You took me in and returned my love
In ways others could and would not accept.
And for you my loving poet friends, and fans
I will walk away with my dignity/integrity; 
I guess I'm finally growing up 
In becoming the bigger/better poet.

Signing Off ---Love 
The Poet Destroyer

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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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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Living my dream

Living my dream

I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.

Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile

I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because

It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.

4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Good bye

where those heart here,
those feeling damp,
when time pass by,
all those saying means nothing.
while tears drop,
and smile lost,
what in the world does it mean?
so hard to letting go,
but in the end it must
for enduring too long,
love need a break,
since trust has been crumble much,
how sincerity means nothing?
an angel turns to devil,
whose guilty worthy to be claim?
because everything seem too dark,
and where is good in the word of bye?
while we aspect too much in the art of love.

Copyright © Mich Elle

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The ballad of Tich Thomas

The Ballad of Tich Tomas
A dog was howling in the night
Perhaps she knew the truth
That Tich would not be coming home
This dog needed no proof
That the man who she loved so
He’d come to her no more
Because Lance corporal Thomas was
 A victim of the war.

Now Tich, he was a country boy
His farm it was his life
A boon to his community
He’d give in times of strife
He learned his trade in farming school
With honours he’d come through
Then settled down to work his farm
That’s what he planned to do.

But then, one day it came to him
The news he did not need
He’d been called up for army life
He went off without heed
To do his time in Puckapunyal
To get him set for war
He soon made it as Infanteer
So he joined a fighting corp

He worked real hard and gained a stripe
This showed he had potential
He earned his skills in jungle fighting
And then there came the call
For he to go to Vietnam
To five RAR he was sent
Charlie company was his unit
When off to war he went

It was in April sixty six
Our man went into battle
There in the Phuc Tuy provence
Those guns did roar and rattle
Our Tich he fought real gallantly
So brave was he, but then
The shrapnel done it’s evil job
He joined the fallen men.

They brought his body back to those
Who were waiting for him there
The whole town came to welcome him
And helped with grief and prayer
They buried him with all the honours
That came to fighting souls
Who died to keep their country free
Courageous in their roles.

More honour it was placed on him
By the country where he’d fought
They built a statue in his name
And his likeness it was caught
By the sculptor who did honour him
And carve him into stone
And now Tich Tomas guards the park
As he stands there all alone.

If you’re ever down in Nannup town
Go to the park that’s there
You’ll see the statue of young Tich
As his spirit everywhere
Will fill the souls of those who see
This fighting man, so brave
Who’s body lies so peacefully
In his own town, in a grave.


Copyright © Peter Duggan

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The poet

The Poet.

Once there lived a poet
In an up and coming town
Where there mostly lived the rich
Though the poor they too were found.
And our young poet was poor indeed
Though his poetry was rich,
But no one saw there any value
Nor it's power to bewitch.

He was starving in a land of plenty
In the springtime of his life.
He lived in a hovel, dark and dim
And his health did give him strife.
But he wrote his words of magic power
Though he knew that he was dying.
And no one stopped to think of him
No one, for he was crying.

So as the last breath left his lungs
He lay a man alone.
He yearned to look through the roof above
As he thought of the nights he'd known,
When stars shone in those clear dark skies
Like twinkling, winking gems.
Then the angel touched him on the lips
He was going home again.

Two hundred years on down the track
His monuments be countless.
And everywhere his poems be read
His name it has been blessed.
How cruel be mankind’s ignorance
When wisdom's cast aside.
As fools they yearn for the gold that glitters
And beauty be denied.

Feb 16 2004.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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When you look at the hills
faraway at sunset,think of me.
I am the black flock of birds
that disappears into the
horizon; I am the beautful
golden sunset that touches your heart; I am the wind that
blows towards the hills; And I
am the dark house upon the
dark hills; I am the old grave
that lie silently in the dark
moist forest,forgoten forever

Copyright © RAYMOSE JOSI

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Baby I 'm thinking what I 've done 
That I 'd easily let you gone 
I never meant to let you down 
Now I 'm miserable and drown 

I wanna tell you I 'm sorry 
My life now is in misery 
I 'll try to make things out 
Lets back our love at south 

Baby I 'm not here if not for you 
Lets back the memories of us two 
This time I 'm talking too much 
'Coz i needed you that such 

I can be some hard to understand 
But please bear my promise and take my hand 
For the times that I cant be there 
I 've regretted it, please love hear 

For the times that I have nothing at all 
You we're there every time I fall 
I 'm afraid to continue this life 
Without you there's no tomorrow 's light 

My life now is not an easy round 
Hoping for our second time around 
Give me another chance for the feelings I have 
'Coz Its gonna be real love.

Copyright © Reuben Escarlan

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Is my voice a melody?
Did it make you want to hear more?

Is my touch a caring one?
Did it sent you quivering for sometime?

Is my smile that awesome?
Did it invite you to know me much more?

Is my scent alluring?
Did it attract you to have some more?

Are my footsteps a familiar tone?
that for sometime you hear alike you turn..

Are my thoughts an inspiration?
Did it brighten your day somehow?

Is my time spent with you that enough?
ThaT I have left you lots memories..

Is "JUST BEING MYSELF" leave you a mark?
So, You will miss me when I'm gone?

by: olive_eloi


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave .

Copyright © Shanity Rain

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Hera and Hephaistos

.Hera and Hephaistos.

Zeus and hera, King and Queen
Over all the Gods that ruled
In a fit of passion, one fine day
Made child, yet life was cruel
Hephaistos was an ugly child
All twisted out of shape
He walked just like a drunken man
Fun of him they‘d make.

The Goddess Hera felt a shame
In having such a child
She looked at all his ugliness
Her mind going all wild
She threw him from the mountain top
Into the deep blue sea
Yet Thetis took him down with her
For nine years there was he.

A gifted one he did become
A craftsman of renown
Forging artefacts of beauty
For the sea nymphs there to own
His anger at his Mother Hera
Was understandable
So he did work out his revenge
His plan was very cool.

He made a golden throne of beauty
And sent it to the Goddess
Who loved it, so did sit upon it
Yet though she tried her best
She could not get up from that throne
As it gripped her tightly there
She looked for someone to release her
Couldn’t find one anywhere.

They sought Hephaistros everywhere
To free his Goddess mother
And when they caught him he refused
He looked at one, the other
And told them I want Aphrodite
To be my blessed bride
Then peace made with his Goddess mother
One day he took her side.

This day when Zeus was beating her
His mother Goddess Hera
Hephaistros at his own peril
He did stick up for her
Zeus, he seized him by the foot 
And flung him from the heavens
Yet soon the two made peace again
And then peace it did reign.

The moral of this story folk
Is to tell you with respect
That your children are not there
Your glory to reflect
A child must seek his own glory
Not try to live for you
So listen to this story folk
And hear it’s wisdom true.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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I hear no sound of this April rain, just that of a quiet tear,
My eyes can see simplicity, but are blind to the suns rebirth;
Farewell to immortal thoughts coming from streams of light
Caught in our last good-bye

Recalled are memories of what is past, bound to thoughts retold,
Hopes of change in a far off land, are like tomorrows past;
The measure of a man lays in the spirit of his life, in the will of words retold,
And those found in his last good-bye

Through this April morning rain, came the hush of a quiet tear,
No sign is held to our blessed eyes here in the morning rain;
A ray of lights immortal beam, confined to the silent sounds
And that single last good-bye

In Memory of Albert L

Copyright © Mark Norton

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Her Face

Her Face was perfection, Still see it everywhere
The beauty in her eyes, Please forgive my stare
Though to confess my love, 
Oh no, I wouldn't dare...
So I'll just keep thinking of her, But it's just not fair

Her Face won't go away, So engrained in my mind
This girl was different, Unlike any other I'll ever find
Oh how the two of us, 
How our lives could've aligned...
So now, to everyone else, My heart is blind

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face comforts me, Holds me tight and dear
Takes me to another world, A new frontier
I'm dreaming where she loves me so much, 
That part is clear...
But as I awake, Just shed another tear

Her Face and her love, I won't ever forget
Lust for her will remain, Lips will get wet
I'll be reminded of her, 
At each days sunset...
And I'll remember everything, From the first day we met

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face is the sunshine, A universal light
With it's soul and it's passion, It was quite a sight
Oh how just to see her, 
Brought me such delight...
But here I am all alone now, Another late night

Her Face will surely lift someone up, With unconditional love
So what will come of me, Can I rise above?
Without Her Face, 
I'm unsure thereof...
Because see, out of my mind, to her, I'll never shove

And she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face, I see it every night, In my dreams
Where everything will all align, Oh how it seems
We're walking together... 
Hands together, Along the forests blue streams

Her Face ignited feelings, Things I've never before felt
Just got to play the hand, The cruel hand I was dealt
I will always have my writing, 
To continue to dwell...
On a lost love to whom one day, I would've knelt

Copyright © Andrew Shannon

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In my death

 I bet you’ll look so beautiful at my funeral, behind black lace, I bet a shattered face infested with grief and scorn rattled with streams of black tears like rain drops of plague. The nightmares are real and I’ll never know just how you’ll spend your time of remorse, never will I see that smile again. Not the way you used to give it to me. I bet you’ll dress to empress at my burial. Looking so slick and lavish. All dolled up in death blossom. The “what if’s” and “should of’s “scream in dog bark clutter through your mind to the point of exhaustion and illness. Struggle to breathe soft and silent to not disturb the congregation of the fallen.  You’ll look around and see other lone women looking as pitiful as you while you’re trying to make up the reason why they’re there. It’ll be fine, just turn your sadness to hatred and curse the corpse to hell fire. Won’t be the first time anyways. You’ll look beautiful however, so those whores will know what time it is.

Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R.

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Young looking lady in the tunnel

As I passed on
The sign on
The chair that says:
Martin place

A young looking lady
With brown hair
And blue dress
Smile at me.

I myself smile at her
As a response
And I think its a very reational response
Instantly about 5 seconds
Our eyes f*c*k.

She didn't say word
I got some of it
In my head 
Unspoken though

Then the tunnel exhales
Wind sweeping
On her perfume
Only small amount
I could smell

The train blows its breath
And its approaching like a bull
Then it stops in front of her

She expand her chest
And I can hear my eyes screaming
For her to stay there
And continue this sensual
Eye romance
Just for one minute 

Strangely I think
She heard my inner scream
She stop and give a smile
But her feet takes her
towards the train

The door close
As she disappear
I Try to look for any resemblance of her
I think it was also blown by the train
Even her scent was gone.

Now Im alone 
i felt like smoking
I grab my left pocket
And I still have a half of it
The cigarette

I lit a stick 
Rode the escalator
I feel like walking on
the crowded street of George street.

Maybe I will one day
see her agin 
hundred days from now
young looking lady
With blue dress who smile at me.

-comments please mate- TY

Copyright © mon carlo tamine

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This is goodbye

You were standing beside me
Telling me all these lies
But I was such a fool so I couldn't see
Until you said all these goodbyes

Now I'm trying to get over you
The best way I know how
I keep reminding myself we're through
And living for the here and now


Cuz you can try to tempt me
But all your tricks they've run dry
We're never going to be happy
NO matter what we try
So yes this is goodbye

Verse 2:

You thought you could hide
And just get away
With having another girl on the side
But I caught on to how you play
I know you feel it too
It's just so hard to admit
But baby unlike you
I'm gonna be hard to forget!

chorus x1


Don't bother begging on your knees
I'm done with that
Ya just give me your set of keys
Before I get out the bat
Ya and come get your clothes
Before I get out the gas
And give the neighbors a show
Ignite them on the grass!

Chorus x1

Copyright © Elissa Maes

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Gising Na

Nagkulong sa ilalim ng kasawian
At nakatulog ng walang kasalanan,
Sa pag-ibig sa iyo ay nanirahan,
Datapwa irog maaga kang lumisan!

Ilang araw kong sarili ay nilitis,
Bawat gabi luha’y kasamang tiniis,
Ikaw sa dibdib kay tagal ‘di naalis,
Bakit buhay ko’y ‘kaw ang siyang ninais?

 Payo’y kay rami na sa’kin ‘pinabatid,
Bakit itong utak ay naging makitid?
Hirap talagang masawi sa pag-ibig
Maging aking utak ay ‘di dinirinig.

Isang araw ay namulat akong hubad
Bakit dala ng kasawia’y natamad?
Buhay ma’y mababansagang ‘di mapalad,
Siguro’y‘raming pag-ibig pa’ng lalahad!

Ngayo’y panahon nang kusang pagbabago,
Mulat na ang utak kong kunyari nagtago.
Paalam na sinta kong dagling nang-iwan!
Aywan ko ba’t bakit kidlat kang lumisan.


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A Player's Deception

Lies and stories,
tangled in the master web 
of deception.
hearts broken,
 feelings hurt,
when another guy seems to think your no good
 just another girl after what
 he supposely has.
broken shards of crystline ice seem to pirece
every part of your heart.
surly you obviously need a new start.
You may think your in love but that is somehow 
a guy thinks he is going to keep you 
under his thumb.
 But that is what i call a 
Player's deception.
 Don't fall for the looks,
fall for his personalities,
 never choose for looks, 
that is advice for someone whose knows
 a player's deception!!!!

Copyright © Cheyenne Nienhueser

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God so Loved America

God so Loved the World
life was never intended to be easy
without turmoil, heartache, trouble or pain
those who appear to be
successful and happy have walked through their own valley of darkness
those who have given their lives and limbs that we can be free
are special men and women in our hearts, our minds our souls for all of history
Americans who have never served and never intend to 
owe so much more to those who have
all patriot honorable Americans shed a tear
when teachers professors and students
desecrate our flag and are fallen heroes
that act alone makes our Statue of Liberty weep
the thousands of white crosses spread across the seas
marking the graves of the brave men who gave their lives
are our American heroes we love so dear
God has a special place in Heaven
for our service men and women who have died
and never coming home again
the thunder of battles past do not last
we live in America the home of the brave the greatest country in history
God so loved America he made soldiers to keep us free
Written by Dennis Davis       May 25th 2015  Memorial Day

Copyright © Dennis Davis

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A stab in the back,
a feeling that I cannot squelch,
a horrible impending heartbreak,
as the news leak out,
time seems to stop knowing,
that you have caught him,
in your home with not you,
but your, best friend.
he tries to make it up,
saying to just move on like it never happened,
but your trust is shattered like;
a thousand tiny pieces of glass
waiting to sinking in your flesh to hurt,
and betray you once again.
a cheaters lie of saying I love you.
yet knowing its not the truth.

Copyright © Cheyenne Nienhueser

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I heard a call through this April wind, the sound of a child crying,
Her eyes too blessed with the simplicity of a tear, her soul blind to the suns rebirth;
I looked up high and saw an eagle fly, over the early rays of light…
And caught the sound of its last good-bye

Memories pass the silent dawn, often bound to our own recollections,
In homes so far from lands recalled, or those just outside the door;
The measure of a man lays in the spirit of his life, in the will of his heart and soul,
And those found in his last good-bye

Oh this quiet April morning, lost to our memories past,
Held in the warmth of a suns rebirth, blessed by that simple tear,
An eagle flies to that ray of light, and catches our love confined 
To that single last good-bye

                               For albert,  from mark

Copyright © Mark Norton

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Farewell, Cruel World

It was a pleasure to burn
The memories faded
As I lit the match
My eyes were jaded

How dare they laugh and scorn
At my dreams, my hopes
My only freedom from this life
Without which, I cannot cope

I will soon be free and content
To be what they will not let me
I will be among my pride
As a lion on the Serengeti

So here’s to resurrection
To be reborn as we truly are
I as I tip the poison down my throat
Farewell, cruel world. RAAWR

Copyright © Jeremy Lin

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the river

The river is calling my name,  and I want to answer its name,
The river is so calm, I sit down in the sand,  waiting for the eagle to soar by,
The river is my cathedral,  I need to be still, the wind is so tame.

The river is my friend, the trees are my shelter,
I wish to surround myself with its beauty and blissful sounds,
I feel the silent cries, my tears are coming, I wish to leave them in the rivers tides,
For no longer do I care to be around, I am where I belong, please carry me away,
The river is my place to get away, my fears, my worries, have carried me here,
TO TAKE me away, and say goodbye..

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay

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Now Jock he was a friend of mine
In those good old army days
When teenage boys were herded in
And made to change their ways
He told me one fine summer’s day
With a big blue sky above
"I'm glad that I'm a soldier boy
This army life I love".

They shipped him off to good old Nam
Placed a rifle in his hands
And said "now you're a soldier boy
I hope you'll understand
We're fighting those old Vietcong
You've got to see us right
You don't know what it's all about!!!
Nor us, just go and fight"

Poor Jock ain't with us any more
God bless his poor old mum
Our lad he was a forward scout
No use his bloody gun
As the flying metal put him down
Our jock the hero died
As politicians wined and dined
So many tears were cried.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Shall I say I have known the arms already—known all
I don’t need the eternal note of sadness before I believe you...

I’ve walked in the night-wind with its roar
carried dreams on the back on this darkling plain

yet, I never knew those supple eyes 
had a maelstrom of unkind desires
hidden in their peeps and tweets 

I never knew your embraces
had such cruelest spites,
the most unkind in the divinely design

The lips are no source of life either, 
they birthed venoms spit death threats
conceived in the darkest shadow
In our search for pleasure 
we never knew it will be a consort of pain
that erupts agonies even in my slumber.

Beneath the giant lady Liberty I stand confused
about the road to the land of dreams……

They say, living fire can beget cold impotent ashes
you’ve become yesterday's hot fire 
that begot today's cold ashes…….

Hmmm, wish we never met


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Funny Man

Funny Man!
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
Oh funny man you touch the hardest heart
With messages to crumble and start
A snickering or flickering to spark 
A laugh a full belly rumbler
A genius of illogical and logical matter
Without him the whole world is astronomically sadder
Oh let our grief someday subside 
That we in heaven will find 
A bench upfront to see his latest comedic job ( I pray)
The jester (Robin Williams) at heaven's court for God 

Copyright © Linda Hays-Gibbs

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Good Bye

I gave of you all of me. I gave
and I gave until there's nothing 
left.I was willing to go the 
distance and pass the finish line,
But now there's nothing left and
I'm ready to leave it all

If I stay here I will lose my mind,
I feel like I'm drowning in a sea
of misery. 
And I don't know who I am any-

I need to walk out that door so that  
the memories of me can be restored.

But the sad thing of it all is that l
still love you. And if you asked me
to stay I would . If I stay I bid farewell
to me. 

Goodbye Alexis 

Copyright © Alexis Y.

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what follows darkness

I think i'm dumb sometimes
because i fall into your eyes
you have a way of playing with my head
make such a mess inside my mind
i can't make sense out of all these lies
you won't be happy until i'm dead!

Just follow the arrows
the old roads are broken
listen careful can you hear
the angels screaming?
Destroy or fade
the choices that we make
will you hold onto me tight
until this darkness starts to fade?

I get so scared sometimes
because you like to dress up in disguise
you have a way of breaking my heart
i feel it beating less and less
i couldn't see it from the start
that you won't be happy until i'm dead!

Just follow the arrows
the old roads are broken
listen careful can you hear
the angels screaming?
Destroy or fade
the choices that we make
will you hold onto me tight
until this darkness starts to fade?

I think you thought of me blind
nothing more and nothing less
shed your skin all of the time
but never the one who could ever confess
you have a way of crying all the time
would you be smiling if you learned that i'm dead?

Just follow the arrows
the old roads are broken
listen careful can you hear
the angels screaming?
Destroy or fade
the choices that we make
will you hold onto me tight
until this darkness starts to fade?

Copyright © Antonio Swider

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A snow white flower shines in the soft light of a silent meadow. The words that you speak I shall forever echo. A lost love in the dark of the night. They all look your way, but are you blind? Can you not see the beauty of me? I echo your words, I echo your call; can you not hear the silent voice of me at all? I cannot whisper your name, my voice is gone. Silent I shall ever stay, until you speak again. My laughter shall sneak from my lips, until the last word has been spoken, Silent shall I stay again. Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you. The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. You see me standing, afraid to think; so you speak. Can I echo your name? Can't you see that I'm afraid to breathe tonight? I'll always recall your words. With you, I shall never be alone. I won't let you go, though your desire is to be gone. In my heart you will forever live on. Farewell you bid unto the world. Farewell I echo to you. I choke in the invisible tears. The reality kills me as I drink in the truth of my deepest fears. Why Narcissus? Why my true love? Why you? Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you . The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. I found a flower near the enchanted pool. You placed it there for me, didn't you? Forever the echoes cry out in my mind. Farewell Narcissus, until we meet again. Farewell, I'll see you whenever my time here comes to an end. Farewell, we shall be together again.

Copyright © Cayla Carr

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The Puppets

yes you did it again
you broke another heart
i guess this means you win
hold your hands up in the air
and take your victory lap
step over the bodies
the victims of your

Those Darkened eyes
that cold-hearted stare
no need to say your sorry
because you never cared.
We're just toys to you to
do as you see fit
and you'll break us all apart
but you'll never ever fix..

is your parade
we'll watch you on your float
just to watch you quickly sail
so wave goodbye now
there's no one left
they have all walked away
and now you have nothing left
they caught on to all your

Those Darkened eyes
that cold-hearted stare
no need to say your sorry
because you never cared.
We're just toys to you to
do as you see fit
and you'll break us all apart
but you'll never ever fix..

Those un loving eyes
and souless stare
you'll never say your sorry just
admit you never cared
you finally lost your toys to 
play with and it's time to
get over it
you broke us apart but we finally
found the parts of us
to fix"

Copyright © Antonio Swider