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 Nov 2014 Margar
Lahela
Right now
 Nov 2014 Margar
Lahela
I want everything
and I want nothing.
 Nov 2014 Margar
Lahela
This morning
 Nov 2014 Margar
Lahela
I just woke up in my house,
on my couch,
in your jacket.
I called everyone who called me last night,

and no one answered.

I lay here praying no one died.
Or killed themselves.

"You look like you got ran over by a truck."
Thank you.
I'm getting run over by something.
It kind of feels the same.
But it's not a truck.
 Nov 2014 Margar
Joan Doe
Request
 Nov 2014 Margar
Joan Doe
Please,

Turn my body
Into a garden
When I die.

Maybe flowers
Will grow out
Of the same eyes
That used to cry.
 Nov 2014 Margar
Poetic T
Twins of opposites, cradled upon
Darkness
&
Light,
Each brought up in the beauty
That beholds each,
Darkness looked upon all of it
Surrounded, it had beauties not
Seen, elegance beheld
The sky at night, the opposite twin
Sparkled,
Flickering,
Glints,
Gentle pin drops in the heavens,
Bringing a mergence of both
"A beauty to behold"
Down to earth all sleep
Embraced in the  silence
Entwined in night,
The gift given away from  light
And so
Illumination
Radiant
Light
Did end the time of  darkness
And so one twin left for the others
Time so shine on and all was seen
In all it glory, but even in light there is
Darkness
But not of the twin, but of mankind's heart
It was a contrast of the twins,
Shifting,
Changing,
Mixtures
Of both at once, But light was good
For beauty shined through, every inch
It gave light, nurturing growth
That all reached for above
As if to touch the giver of life,
Darkness could have fun with light
Taking the sky up before the light
Eclipsing
Overshadow
Shrouding
Taking the limelight away from its twin,
But the mixture of both, excites
Those below, the spectacle of each
If only for a short time in the skies above,
So the twins are of Darkness and Light
Play with each ones given talent,
They were mischievous but each held
Their own beauty and dangers,
But they are twins of opposites,
From the beginning till the end of time.
 Nov 2014 Margar
Bill
The Key
 Nov 2014 Margar
Bill
The key is locked away.
 Nov 2014 Margar
Bill
This old house
 Nov 2014 Margar
Bill
Alone I stand in this old house,
I can imagine the emotions that were once roust.
Day-Dreaming of sweet and sour days long past,
The joy and pain all gone so fast.

Yet alone I begin to ponder,
My curious mind begins to wander.
Have the experiences encased by these walls,
Linger still with life and calls?
Or have they vanished without a trace,
Sorely missed, but given no chase?

I'll never know till it's too late,
If remembrance and feelings have such a fate.
But if I think long and hard enough,
I can picture, observe, and almost feel that stuff.
Perhaps the answer lies with the sole beholder,
Yet pondered too long will surely smolder.  

The structure, its contents, the recent disaster,
Has not removed from this place its emotional plaster.
Days of hate, love, pain and joy long past,
Although gone from sight are still remembered fast.

As my grandmother searches for her old favorite blouse,
The last living remnant, the sad surviving spouse.
The things here that have happened make me feel small as a mouse,
As I stand alone in this old house.
 Nov 2014 Margar
wordvango
Ever wonder where  a cowboy's stares  
lead him looking off into all those sunsets,
those puffy clouds on the range
arranged in crimson glory,
he feels , but,
puts on his cowboy hat,
and hides his eyes and dreams

He looks off, a song humming,
recalling a girl so long gone,
expresses his toughness, by that tear you never see.
Rides alone the prairies, him and his steed.

His dusk is all life long. He is tough, granted.
He has a poem inside, tearing him apart.

And, keeps on riding.
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