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 Nov 2015 Gudden
Alyssa Underwood
There lies before us in our afflictions a vast and wondrous beauty
yet undisclosed behind the fog, and like a theatrical curtain
slowly pulled back to reveal a perfectly set stage
God will sublimely unveil it in His own directed time.

And we shall be elated at the view,
for it's against a backdrop of struggle and darkness
that the best and most moving of stories have always unfolded.

Maybe nothing truly beautiful can ever take form on earth
without the shroud of mystery and brokenness surrounding it—
at least not the kind of beauty that takes our breath away
and leaves us yearning to possess it.
"'Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the desert and speak tenderly to her. There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope. There she will sing as in the days of her youth...'"  
~ Hosea 2:14-15
 Nov 2015 Gudden
Sarah
Mine
 Nov 2015 Gudden
Sarah
I don't like to
assume,
but I think that
      you're mine.
I think that as
you welcome
Midnight Lovers &
your bedroom door swings
open,
    shut,
      in and out
     with walking veils  of
flowers to
   distract you from
the pain,
          you're mine.
      somewhere, you're mine

   I know you

that in some sort
of way, some sort of
reality, whether it's another
dimension-( I've
learned about
other dimensions),
or another
stretch of time,

Darling, I've always been here
for you
and somehow,
you'll always be mine.
 Nov 2015 Gudden
Julie Grenness
I know this sounds like a soliloquy,
But why did bulldust men find me?
God made Ratlotto sardonically,
Life's ***** prizes always find me,
Now 70  years old is  the new young,
O God of funster fun,
Is it them or me?
Yes indeed, my soliloquy,
Is it them or doormat me?
Whinging is fun for us,
No one's listening to this fuss,
Dear God of Ratlotto ***** prizes,
Any more masculine surprises?
Feedback welcome. Just as well no one listens.
 Nov 2015 Gudden
Dead lover
Friends with modesty, honesty and quality
Friends with novelty, loyalty and equality,
Is What all desire,
And
Friends with disability, social inequality and religiosity,
Friends with 'weird' human ecology, and 'discriminating' ideology...
None wants to acquire..

Some traits of these,
Are undesirable for sure,
But not even a single person of them,
Need to be ignore(d)...

We all are humans, we all are friends,
We all are lovers of humanity,
We all are creators of humanity and
We all are sufferers of humanity...

We all are friends, we all are a family,
We all are a human colony..
 Nov 2015 Gudden
KalAldeya
On Repeat
 Nov 2015 Gudden
KalAldeya
I am a pessimist and I’m not proud of that
Whether said to me verbally but mostly my own thoughts.
“You are fat, you are stupid, you are worthless.”
My thoughts whisper in my head,
“All you do is bring problems, your whole existence is a flaw.”
These words are on repeat every minute of every day.
“You are lazy, irresponsible and a hypocrite.”
Voices getting louder in my head,
Engraving words that hurt worse than physical wounds
I would rather cut myself a thousand times
Than hear these words like bullets shot through my heart
“You don’t deserve love, you are nothing but trouble.”
I crumble inside each word like a knife
“You are a quitter not even worth a dime.”
The voices grow louder and louder,
I wrack my brain to make it stop,
Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, SHUT. UP!
Insecurities drown me, I can’t breathe
Walls block me from asking help,
Walls I built myself thinking it would protect me,
“You are ugly, you are worthless, you are NOTHING.”
Voices on repeat…
 Nov 2015 Gudden
Dana Kathleen
After every time you say to me
It was good to see you
But you know it was more than that.

You’ve also said we have the same eyes
but we don’t see things the same.

If only my hand could craft words to be
the source of us instead of us being the
source for my words.

Using my hands to paint
the reality I want instead
of what I see. Giving life
to us instead of a life being
taken from us.

If you can’t read me
at least you can read
what I create after
you’ve touched me.
This poem was inspired by my British Literature class, after learning about emission theory and reading some of Edmund Spenser's Amoretti sonnet sequence
 Nov 2015 Gudden
Rhianecdote
You know sometimes
You catch me unaware

Like when I'm brushing your hair
And you rest your head on my stomach
But I feel your warmth in My chest
Inhale, Exhale
As I always have
but there's a Change in my breath

And suddenly this moment
Becomes very real,
yet ethereal  
it delicately spreads.
Like my fingers
Through these
Waves cascading
Down your neck
Framing
Your beautiful face

It leaves a smile on mine
To be sharing this space with you
In this place with you
Meet your eyes gaze

You call me Rhipunzal
But it's your locks
That give me a way in
Got me appreciating
Little moments like this
The closeness, the bliss
And I may still have a lot more to
Learn about love
But I can feel it here
In the quiet
On your forehead
In my kiss
Vibing to NAO - Adore you
really adds to this feeling <3
 Nov 2015 Gudden
Sailor J
i want you
 Nov 2015 Gudden
Sailor J
i want to kiss you,

everywhere

i want to hold your face in my hands
and i want to feel you lying next to me when my body has given in to exhaustion.

i want to see you smile,
and i want to make you happy.

i want to know what made you,
and i want to know what makes you doubt yourself.

i want to know if you've ever let the voices in your head get to you.
and when you tell me no,
i want to know what they could have possibly said to make you lie to me.

i don't want you to keep yourself hidden.

i want all of you.

i want to know about your demons,
and i promise i won't leave you when you finally tell me about them.

i want to know about the ones who make your days grey,
and about that time you almost let them win.

i want to make you feel powerful
and i want to make you feel loved.

i want you to know that i think you're beautiful,
and that i think that scar above your right eyebrow makes you a work of art.

you are an unfinished painting.

and by the time God is done with you,
you will be beyond perfect.

and when He puts you in a gallery,
next to those who are known as angels,
you will know then,

that you are extraordinary.
 Nov 2015 Gudden
Luna Casablanca
This is where I am,
This is the floor I walk on.
Whether shoes are on me or barefoot,
I **** it up and keep myself in here.
I walk where there are little birds
Flying by me.
Ignored I am
Alone I don’t always care that I am
And limited to how I live.
Luxury is never overrated until
You are removed from where you want to be.
Never even held my own key.
Someone who hasn’t learned in life as much as me
Will be sitting on a throne with a view outside.
I see nothing and no hope when I get to where I am.
This is who I am,
This is the person I became.
I started the jeep and put my problems in the passenger seat
While I drive myself to freedom.
I will never mind the traffic in the city with starry skies and beaming
Lights.
Beautiful colors of orange, red, green, white, and purple, couldn’t ask for anything more,
And the moon in the sky is to heal our trauma that has ever happened
On the worst night of our life.
There is always something out there to see,
Oh wait, I was talking about me.
I have a heart and it doesn’t necessarily reside at my home.
Home is where someone’s heart is but definitely not for me.
If there weren’t an outside world where I pick to wander,
How would my heart ever grow?
I learn to accept and to be strong.
Those who can’t accept my differences or me help my strength
Believe it
Or
Not.
I wear a big smile,
I say my hello and goodbye.
I walk alone with my shadow that shows how beautiful I look.
I get home,
I already have my heart with me.
I’ll need it,
For the next
Argument.
The saying Home is Where the Heart is is disagreed by many.
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