The cold lonely sea swallows me whole there is nothing to console me, a tsunami of fear comes rolling towards me, my emotions a swamp, teeming with cold blooded life. I can dissect the facts of how I ended up here, mired in depression and desolation, no answer will rescue or redeem me, tangled in … Continue reading Drowning: By Cassandra Kulay
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Hit: By Cory Buchanan
A disco orbit, street lamps jet up veins. In floating rocketship pace, tramping through black space. Down-tempos gush a dopamine hero caressing eyes in this blackout blow. Looking within, sinking by a warm telescope.
When the Reaper Comes: By Robert St.Germain
When the reaper comes to take me home, I may go to heaven or hell. Either way I will remember the times, I rised and fell. All the blood, sweat and tears, and all the courage and fear. Life is a puzzle we put together, 'til we die. We paint a picture, when we … Continue reading When the Reaper Comes: By Robert St.Germain
Join Me: Robert St. Germain
Join me on a cloud underneath the moon savour every moment, for the morning will come soon. Love me now under the stars. Let's say goodbye to all the old scars. We can enjoy the now away from it all. We will tear down the walls and watch them all fall. Our bond is a … Continue reading Join Me: Robert St. Germain
Kiss Me: John Oross
Please kiss me with passion Let our feelings combine And pledge that you are mine For all time… My love… fills me with desire Oh how I want to pull you close all of the time My love… should your feelings ever fade away Oh how it would tear me apart… every day My dreams … Continue reading Kiss Me: John Oross
An Answer: Jan McCartney
Always searching, just ahead lies the answer, never said. Like the shadow on the mirror, we sense it there but can never quite pull it (in its entirety) from its lair. And so, we try to compensate (with the little we perceive) wondering always, in our minds, a tapestry of time it does weave. Nothing … Continue reading An Answer: Jan McCartney
Sprout: Cory Buchanan
Struck mahogany burns a sign, reaches that grew to die. Stay and inhale the haze. Pouring a high prayer, cooling nectar dampens the flare, oozing out of branching neighbors. Standing in front view, fermented in dwindled age, a sprout begins on old slate.
Hope in the Dark: Marsha Gladstone
I will stay strong, when I feel weak I will stay bright, when things seem bleak. Don't give up, fight till I die Keep my mind open, I will not lie. When things seem dark, light I will seek. I will enjoy the times when I'm at my peak. Take a moment to look at … Continue reading Hope in the Dark: Marsha Gladstone
Aware of Your Molecules: James Adamson
I think evolution is about getting bored. Life on earth is connected when one thing becomes dead we move on to be microscopic. To feel the molecules that made up a thought; probably an orgasm every time a connection was made at all. It was not the factors of life and death, the blossoming of … Continue reading Aware of Your Molecules: James Adamson
You: Cassandra Kulay
You are near and dear to my soul, you are the part that makes me whole. You are my world, I am quite obsessed, even when our love is put to the test. Each day is a snapshot of how we feel, my love for you is a story no one can steal. Between us, … Continue reading You: Cassandra Kulay
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