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Nothing Wrong

Apparently nothing wrong happened here:
Some tales are simply meant to end with pain!
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.

Perhaps communication was unclear,
Or the conversation a bit inane?
Apparently nothing wrong happened here.

So -- big smile! Chuckle. Manifest good cheer,
Or at least look up to ignore the stain;
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.

Opposite plain language, most insincere
Utterances usually explain
Why apparently nothing wrong happened here.

Over nothing, don't shed one meager tear;
Do not question the arrangement again...
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.

It certainly doesn't help to complain --
All one can do is try to persevere.
Apparently nothing wrong happened here:
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.


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Your Door

Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.
A free spirit in chains, cold on my feet,
Aching  for answers, my back on your floor!

Words,you said, only complicate things more,
Yet secrets slipped while gripping the sheets.
Once,  I stood naked,sweet fool at your door.

Lips whispered I was unique to explore.
I blushed under the rhythm of your beat,
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!

Two hearts racing like never before,
On fire, you shook, writhing in my  heat!
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.

The love in your eyes was hell to ignore.
 As you were leaving our tears were discrete, 
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!

It's my fault you don'n sleep there anymore!
I knew better, still, I crept down your street.
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door,
Aching for answers my back on your floor!

-Tiffany Dawn 2010


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Its Nice

I guess everything I did or do is not good enough for you,
This Mr Nice guy is not working out to your standards isn't it true.
What are you asking for from me, would you like the beast unleashed,
like it was before I turned into an angel that was kissed? 

You have been asking for it, for a long time now,
the beast wants to tear out of my skin and make you drown. 
Kill you and devour you piece by piece,
than spit you out into hell where you'll burn like the trees. 

What haven't I given you that you have treated me this way,
I show you live and care but you burned my heart like a pile of hay. 
So for my final words, be cautious of the daemon YOU have unleashed,
Cause one wrong move and your body will be incomplete.


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Colors in my Mind

my aging eyes have sadly become color blind though in my memories, rainbows frolic and play this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find I miss rich skin colors, the beauty of mankind and the sparkle in a child's eyes, to see I pray my aging eyes have sadly become color blind hot sand between my toes and ocean waves remind the boldness of red and blue in my thoughts display this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find from sunsets to flower blooms, God's brilliance designed in the warm breeze, petunias and daffodils sway my aging eyes have sadly become color blind colors in a Van Goth painting, boldly combined or the softly muted colors of a Monet this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find dazzling emeralds, sapphires, and rubies once shined yesterdays beaming rainbows are now shades of gray my aging eyes have sadly become color blind this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 4, 2012 for Color Blindness contest (Olajide Adelana)


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Funeral

His family pretended not to cry 
But both his sisters had no heart to spare; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

The blazing sun one summer day drew nigh; 
Its orange radiance it could not share. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

There was a man in hell beneath that sky-- 
Discerning now that care, like warmth, was rare. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

All that his soul could utter was a sigh; 
The shattered saints in Heaven said Lord's Prayer. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

Like sunlight, his disease bore down to dry 
Emotions spent without concern or care. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

Upon the desert ground he lay to die-- 
Addiction was much more than he could bear. 
His family pretended not to cry; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie.


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A Villanelle of Loss

How long can I sit here? 
With my head in my hands 
Drenched in layers of my fear. 

Stop thinking, my thoughts all smear 
Like ocean water devouring the sands 
How long can I sit here? 

Urgent whispers within my ear 
Speaking sorrow of the sacred lands 
Drenched in layers of my fear. 

I'm strong for long, but wait! There's a tear 
The shattering of my dreamlands. 
How long can I just sit here? 

Those evil thoughts, they always sneer 
When there is only one left who stands 
Drenched in layers of my fear. 

Here they come, they draw near! 
With all of their cruel demands 
How long can I just sit here 
Drenched in layers of my fear?


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Time to Pay the Toll

Your piercing eyes warp my soul
These callous games seem coldly unjust
Time is up…now pay the toll

Your intense stare and polished stroll
Littering your path with futile dust
Your piercing eyes warp my soul

Your arduous antics temper my parole 
A petite portion of fleeting lust 
Time is up…now pay the toll

Your lifeless heart beats caked with coal
Your fingertips roam laced with rust
Your piercing eyes warp my soul

My psyche is spent, the rest you stole
Your ego sways awkwardly robust
Time is up…now pay the toll

So close to your vainglorious goal
I wish my desires to flee in a gust
Your piercing eyes warp my soul
Time is up…now pay the toll


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Infuriated

- For women who choose to have abortions just so they can continue to whore around.

You make my head swell,
& you're a sad excuse for a woman:
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

Abortion is a matter of life or death,
yet you choose death for this small being.
You make my head swell.

You work with children every day,
yet you still want to kill the one inside of you.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

You give me unwanted goose bumps with those words
"I want an abortion," as you laugh it away.
You make my head swell,

& I have the urge to take the innocent life today, do you?
You disgust me, making me want to vommit.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch

Steal the life of this baby and party your life away,
disregarding the fact that it didn't have a choice in the matter.
You make my head swell
you cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

-Caroline Youngless


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The Solitude

My loneliness bleeds but is not stained,
What has become of this light of day?
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

The comfort of the night on darkness rained,
To wander the streets with naught to say,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.

To walk down the alley, narrow and tear-drained,
Watching for a sign but leading me astray,
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

This hurt that covers, a veil ingrained,
Finds me getting on an empty subway,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.

Travelling to nowhere by fate ordained,
Until the distance feels furthest away,
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

To undergo the sound and suffering so sustained,
 I find myself too hesitant to pray,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.


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I Was In a Big Snafu

I was in a big snafu.
I could not pay any bills.
And the neighbors never knew.
 
No need to feel all blue.
I read books by candlelight.
I was in a big snafu.

The electric bill was due.
Sconce and candles on each wall.
And the neighbors never knew.

I thought I might go cuckoo.
Hard work was about to fall.
I was in a big snafu.

I cooked meals on the hearth, too.
The payments would not forestall.
And the neighbors never knew.

Three house sales had fallen through.
I soon told my house adieu.
I was in a big snafu.
And the neighbors never knew.

© March 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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Goodbye

With hasty steps you led yourself astray;
You rant and rave, convinced that you're still right;
Confused a quest for imminent decay.

Though all you claimed to want to do was stay;
The brave facade was meant to hide your fright;
With hasty steps you led yourself astray.

So fast you ran and ran and ran away,
All along you knew you'd lose this useless fight;
Confused a quest for imminent decay.

For years I dreamed of times long past, how gay,
The days when happiness made darkness bright;
With hasty steps you led yourself astray.

The times of wishing hard,  with such dismay,
Have vanished now that I have learned your plight;
Confused a quest with imminent decay.

And though you try to claim that I betray,
Your words fall short and I cannot hold tight,
With hasty steps you led yourself astray,
Confused a quest with imminent decay.


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MARY WAS A HAPPY GIRL TO BE CHERISHED ALWAYS

Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always,
everyone who knew her was simply marveled...
at her romantic words that rang like merry bells.


Unfortunately, she died in her early fifties;
a precious life was lost but her memory remained...
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!


She was young, bright and beautiful as stars...
the moving stories she wrote were kind of sad;
Mary's big eyes reflected pretty aqua skies!


People came from distant towns and cities
to hear her voice so resonant and kind;
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!


At her wake, friends and family recited prayers...
her influence on them must have been grand;
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!


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Tell me Again


Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 
I hear, but the words mean nothing to me, 
Speak to me softly, till I understand.

Harsh winds are wounding; they whip up the sand, 
So it stings my eyes and I cannot see. 
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 

 A bewildered  traveler, lost in a strange land.
The doors are all locked and I don’t have a key
Speak to me softly, till I understand. 

And walk with me now, along the seastrand 
Where the water is trapped and fights to be free 
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 

I don't belong to the life I had planned, 
And I've left behind my old used-to-be, 
Speak to me softly, till I understand. 

I see your words clearly drawn in the sand 
And watch them slowly erased by the sea. 
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 
Speak to me softly, till I understand.


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A Moonlight Stroll

Today I awoke with a heavy soul,
Wondering if you would dine with me,
Then later took a moonlight stroll.

We will watch the ducklings on patrol,
Perched quietly under the willow tree,
Today I awoke with a heavy soul.

Count the flitting flies at the light poll,
Sipping laggardly on piping hot tea,
Then later took a moonlight stroll.

We can lie and wait for the midnight toll,
And allow our hearts to gently run free,
Today I awoke with a heavy soul.

In my dreams you are my sweet Nicole,
Dancing alone for all the world to see,
Then later took a moonlight stroll.

My thoughts are simply out of control,
Passing silently was His own decree.
Today I awoke with a heavy soul,
Then later took a moonlight stroll.

Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey


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Believe in something that will die

Believe in something that will die,
Do you know what that is like?
Don't tell me you do, I know you lie...

Earn your wings, only then you fly,
Only if you had the time,
Believe in something that will die...

Hope the light still reaches your eyes,
Reflects in the shadow's misleading dive,
Believe in something that will die...

Believe in something that will die,
Only now, only if I might,
Restless again, I hope you don't cry...

I ask you, and you deny,
Still I find the truth inside, as I
Believe in something that will die...

My devotion will never fade,
A blink and a suspicion of a slight emotion, but I
Just think my memories trick me in their way, 
Still I ask: "Do you believe in something that will die?"


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Maggots on the Hook

Crank the handle and separate the shards.
We are an island clustered only by the venom of the fight
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

Wisdom rots the wilted bone and sparks
The night ablaze with inequalities unmeasured height.
Crank the handle and separate the shards.

Good men excuse the bad and suffer for their parts
A paper rain in Berlin, bricks of wealth alight
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

Decadent rag-land waif jumps the queue, she starts
To feed Mother Nation to machines, a glory of blood and blight.
Crank the handle and separate the shards.

They collapse and we are forced the cards
Of Death and Hanged Man as starved finances lit the night
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

In requiem, in mausoleum of memory their guards
Are floods of propaganda to the world, our broken bulb once bright.
Crank the handle and separate the shards
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.


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Dissension

When tangled hope yields to the sadness,
That sweeps like madness in a perigee tide 
My soul silently abandons redress

Steady sun sings struggles of my weakness
Its rays chide that the light cannot abide
When tangled hope yields to the sadness

Thick sorrow of humanity manifests
Releasing its turmoil within drawn sighs 
My soul silently abandons redress

Comfort comes through forgetfulness, unless
The gnawing fear refuses to subside
When tangled hope yields to the sadness

Because the darkness remains unaddressed
I am forced daily to cry and abide,
My soul silently abandons redress

Yet I cannot contain the emptiness
And only God knows how hard I’ve tried
When tangled hope yields to the sadness
My soul silently abandons redress


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Two roads of a twisted fate

I see two roads of a twisted fate
Lying before me like hell's gate
What sins have I done to be forced paths
To suffer such torments of opposing wraths
Down one lies pain in pouring rain
Trying in vain to cleanse the earth's stain
With no notion or idea it's not all in vain
The other lies sin and self gain
Demonic laughter clang with chain as nature rides its lane
With pleasures of flesh and blood flowing on a corrupting plane
So with disdain I pound my brain
As time keeps dripping from my vein
Is it the sins and lust that cover the crust
That I must make meeting before my head bust
Or must I refrain because it's truly insane
For what value can debauchery really contain
Why must I suffer and strain if I can't be vain
How humble can I feign to those who let life drain

I can't take this, it's just not fair
No one lends a hand or care
Not even when I help them
Does a seed of ardor stem

It hurts less and less... so strange
How much less til my thoughts derange

When will the falling water remove pride and fear
When will I see worth when those rainy skies clear
When will restraint and reverence leave
How can I dance with flesh if I must grieve

These paths, they are so twisted
Yet choosing one my mind's insisted
Do I swim upstream against the grain
Or reap the rewards of the slain

Do I fight, or all confide?
To unite, or to divide?


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Price of Gain

I don't want to gain the world as a whole 
To be blinded by that which does not stay 
Only to end up losing my soul. 

What is it that I am expected, this role - 
Expectations to walk a line a certain way 
I don't want to gain the world as a whole. 

Living up to everyone's ideas is taking its toll 
Wondering what exactly I will have to pay 
Only to end up losing my soul. 

Do this, buy that, be him, be her, who's in control? 
This life spins, my heart breaks in dismay 
I don't want to gain the world as a whole 

Sell out to the highest bidder: this world's goal. 
Listening to what they have to say, 
Only to end up losing my soul. 

Seeing is believing, hearts black as coal, 
Lord, help me find a different game to play. 
I don't want to gain the world as a whole 
Only to end up losing my soul.


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TENDER WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT



Tender whispers adrift in the night
pillow talk, memories, how their love grew
two souls combine to withstand the fight

Dark shadows linger just out of sight
face to face, eye to eye, talking fears through
their tender whispers drift through the night

Angels await to take him to the light
fingers entwined, hearts beating true
two souls combine to withstand the fight

True love undaunted, soaring in flight
together forever, stronger as two
and tender whispers still drift in the night

Realizing dreams may ne’re come to light
forever together, now numbered too few
as two souls combine to withstand the fight

Heart to heart, hand in hand, facing their plight
listening to the wind and talking to the stars
tender whispers drift through the night
as two souls combine to withstand the fight.


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Villanelle for the Death of Archery

There are far too many things that you don't know
The revelry and squalor tucked away
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

A million little boxes in a row
To bury or to swallow was the game
There are far too many things that you don't know

Choked it down the prickles of my throat
Then replaced my shovel with a spade
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

The perfect Swedish angel in the snow
The sickness that I still feel to this day
There are far too many things that you don't know

I loved you then I love you now and so
Painful that it has to be this way
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

Complacency and solemn still the bow
The quivver and the arrows won't obey
There are far too many things that you don't know
It's time to pull the curtain on my show


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Creeps in slowly contest

Guard your heart closely through all your seasons,                     
Open wounds he’ll find to borrow within,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.

Does not need to have a special reason,
His kisses slowly stop you from breathing,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.

After you wake, you find a strange lesion,
Wallowing in an original sin,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.

All along you thought he was just teasing,
Question yourself how did this begin,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.

Find yourself uncontrollably freezing,
A plunderer tried to take his cheap win,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.

You’re left with an image that’s not pleasing,
Eyes shut, recalling a menacing grin,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.

By: Sabina nicole


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Let Not Love Take Your Life and Soul

Let not love take your life and soul.
Love should be cherished with no martyr.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

One love may be forever, while another may troll.
This may trigger heartbreak, this would be harder,
Let not love take your life and soul.

These days they may think there is a better role.
Especially if they meet a so called charmer,
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

You may be left without anyone to console.
Though you still have such gracious honor,
Let not love take your life and soul.

You may feel you are lost inside a hole.
You only have to look for new love to conquer.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

Take out your lonesomeness for a little stroll.
Forget the past, let not your hate harbor
Let not love take your life and soul.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.


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Whispering Hills Manor

The old folks in their wheelchairs still complain
that lunch is late, and cold, the day is drear,
the forecast is for everlasting rain.

There's maybe one among them who is sane
"but he's been deaf an age in either ear,"
the old folks in their wheelchairs still complain.

They're not past noticing the pricks and pain
that never make their boredom disappear.
The forecast is for everlasting rain

but that's just tedium, a dead refrain
repeating like a casual stab of fear.
The old folks in their wheelchairs still complain

while looking out the window, past the stain
of fingerprints the cleaning ladies smear.
The forecast is for everlasting rain,

but not a weatherman would dare maintain
a storm could ever wash their prospects clear.
The old folks in their wheelchairs still complain,
the forecast is for everlasting rain.


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When History Cries

Men come forth
Black clouds hover, answer the call
When history cries

Upon the field, once green
Flowing red, wars bitter friend
Men come forth

Sweethearts love lost forever
Patriotism wounded, refuses to die
When history cries

Who knows the heart of warriors
Uniforms identify living and dead, ranks define
Men come forth

When next the call to arms
Forget not valor upon whose fields hero’s are born
Men come forth
When history cries


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At the Ripples of the Sun's Rays, I Stare

At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare.
In water, I fight to rise, but I sink;
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
Above me, on the shore, they do not care
That I have fallen over the blue brink
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays. I stare.
 
They will live more than me, since they are there
With more than enough breath. I cannot think
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
The current pulls me away from my share
Of life, which above, the indulgents drink.
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare.
 
The growing pressure is hard to bear,
As I watch their images slowly shrink,
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
I push to live, as they do. It’s not fair
That I drown in these debts of which I sink;
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare,
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.


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Let the Cries of the Children Sooth the Night

Let the cries of the children sooth the night,
and whisper the songs of war in your ears:
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"

Night falls and darkness sets a scary sight,
Men in green and red stained booths chug their beers.
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.

Iraqi blood shudders in fear and fright,
They curse Red, White, and Blue as their end nears:
"You-you! You arethe one who killed the light!"

Green fathers look out the windows in flight,
Watch their children cry "daddy, no!" in tears.
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.

A Christian Republic fighting for "right",
The Devil cheers to where everyone hears:
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"

Bush keeps up a big smile with all his might,
While Americans cry, Bin Laden cheers:
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"


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Waiting

WAITED

We waited such a long time for your call
We jumped each time the senseless phone would ring
Each car door slamming was another wall

Of time built up around us--time to crawl
Through hours till morning--frightened time to  cling
We waited such a long time for your call

We held our breath and heard small sounds grow tall
We wondered what the next mail truck might bring
Each car door slamming was another wall

The sirens wailing were the worst of all
The come-and-go: a child's gone-crazy swing
We waited such a long time for your call

How heavy silence is in its slow fall
How long life is when measured by its sting
Each car door slamming was another wall

Those sirens with that manic high-pitched bawl
What can they mean in memory...anything?
We waited such a long time for your call
Each car door slamming was another wall


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The Empty Hall

She quietly paces the hall.
Gentle tears stream down her face
As she stares at a blank white wall.

The doctor steps out to make the final call.
Her heart begins to pound and race
As she quietly paces the hall.

She ignores all
And she tries to accept this dreadful fate
As she stares at a blank white wall.

Crumpling her tissue into a ball.
She thinks about her long lost soul mate
And quietly paces the hall/

Her eyelids droop and she yawns
As it gets to be very late
But she just stares at a blank white wall.

She ignores all
As the nurses watch her wait.
They watch her pace the hall
As she stares at the blank white wall.