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I pity all broken hearts
Filled with spears and darts
How could people be cruel
To hurt what's behind all arts

Homeless, is all that it is now
Living beside a waste bin
With no walls for warmth in winter
Not even a door to let you in

My heart wants to reach out
Asking you for a place to live
This can't be the end of life
There's still something called love
© Copyright
Abdullah Ayyash
February 6th, 2016
 Feb 2016 Karen Hamilton
Torin
What if I saw you
And knew
This a butterfly new unfolding
Painted wings for the very first time
What if I saw you
And tried
To explain what cannot be understood
And all my words become wasted verse

Alight on the petal
Of a lotus
Drink deep the sweet nectar of life
And learn to love

What if I saw you
And felt
Something this beautiful
Can't be real
That something this beautiful
Must be sacred
Should be revered
Will be cherished

Alight in my garden
I'll look after you
Don't tell someone
"Time heals all wounds"
Instead, tell them
"Time gives you strength to live with your wounds"

© Jl 2016
Some wounds will always remain, accepting that gives you strength to move forward with your existing lacerations.
 Feb 2016 Karen Hamilton
am i ee
now which circle was i in?
going round & round.

hours, days, weeks, months,
& how did i get out?

& was it really hell?
or just a bit of entertainment?

a mad dip into the insanity
of the insane?

a foray into the land
of the asleep?

mother nature,
staring into the void

deep, dark. black
mysterious

a smile begins to appear
the joke is on who?
Man from the couch
Looking for me
Shrinking my presence
Wishing I could flee

No place to hide
Hearing his footsteps
Looking for pleasure
In the form of ***

There’s a horrible monster
Outside my door
Always circling
Coming back for more

A haunting game
Of procrastination
Every slight noise probes
My ears with vibration

Peeking out the
Side of my eye
As the doorknob turns slowly
Inching open - I die

His mouth opens wider
Releasing shadows of fear
Dripping his venom
Whispers I barely hear

My littlest brother asleep
On the top bunk.
This man has no shame
As he shows me his junk.

I inquire after my mother
He's roaming towards me.
He murmurs his shhh!
"We can not wake her."

My head is spinning
As he denies my plea
He's just come to expect
He can steal this from me

The smell of burnt plastic
Wanders around him
I'm feeling cryptic
As my light starts to dim

He lies heavy on top
Of my tiny frame
It's become automatic
Like writing my name

Clumps in my throat
Prevent me from gulping
I can’t seem to inhale
His body hammering

I close my eyes so I can sail
Back to my unconscious
Disconnecting this moment
In my black empty space

© Jl 2016
© Pixievic 2016
A collaboration with Pixievic. United in our shared memories & parallel experiences using words to heal.
Shout it from mountaintops
Let it be known by all
That you cannot be broken
You're no porcelain doll
There is a strength in you
Never before seen
A fire burning so fiercely
It cannot be extinguished
You are a force to be reckoned with
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