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mel Mar 2018
the only way out is through
the jungle in your heart full of
overlooked + unhealed wounds
it is messy in depths where you
and your darkness rendezvous
but there’s a light at the end
of the tunnel and—it’s You
witchy woman Mar 2018
I fall,

   too fast                

I jump

                    too high                

I stop

before I                

reach



the sky                



I feel

too deep              

I say

too much              

and
sometimes,

I don't say            

quite

enough.


imagine,

running after
the two o'clock train
at two o'three

in the pouring rain

thinking of
all the places
you have
to be...

you keep pace,

with your shoes
hitting the
puddled pavement

wondering where
all that
time went

still thinking
maybe


you can catch it.



loss of a dream,
it steams away.

so you slow,

your smile fades.

your hands grow cold.

and faces age.

year after year,
stuck at
two o'three
watching
passing trains
in the pouring rain,

wondering,
when your time
will be.
mm
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2018
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To Run,
We need a freedom
Not just the feet
To Fly,
We need a desire
Not just the wings
To Sleep,
We need a peace
Not just the shade
To Dream
We need a vision
Not just a sleep
To Wake,
We need a spirit
Not just the light
To Love,
We need a trust
Not just a lust
To Live,
We need an identity
Not just the feed.
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Genre: Experimental
Theme: Truth Of Life
Solitude Man Mar 2018
My mind's a carnivore sheep
i'm woken while my tongue's asleep
I see predictions but they don't believe
I can't save them from what they don't see

This feeling fills the sculpted dearth in my heart,
I wear in my palms road maps with patterned scars
of painful places in my past slithered paths
its hard for me to say, to the toddlers minds

This renegade hat has given me grace
This renegade hat has gotten me fazed
Jaded my perception from speaking out loud
i'm woken while my tongue's in bedrest

The Holy-spirit fills the sculpted dearth in my heart
I'm renegade cause I saw the people
I'm renegade cause I saw the truth
I can't save them, but I'll tell them
that I found the renegade mind that made me
Jeff Gaines Mar 2018
Hello everyone,

  I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!

  I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?

  The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback.

Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines

Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world

  Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well!

  Wish me luck!

                                Big, Biggest Love,

                                               Jeff Gaines
This poem was inspired by the Company of Thieves song "Window".
It may not be about the same things that Genevieve was expressing, but it was the inspiration, nonetheless.

Such a moving and beautiful song.

I hope that they don't mind.
Poetic T Mar 2018
Eyes that are open but collect no vison,
                     seeing only a narrow view.
With ears that hear all,
           but only listen to false verses,
that whisper nothing but whispers.
We all walk paths,
                     but some are but the same.
A repetition of where we walked before
                       as we follow ignorant steps.
A mind is free when not tethered by the
insecurities of others neglect to walk another path..
Rebecca Sorenson Mar 2018
How long has it been?
The world has been hazy,
my life, a mother to crazy,
so much so, my only escape is solitude and a pen

Small scripts of literature,
written nicely in fine print,
the words speaking in glints,
as they shine upon the ceiling

All was perfect and fine,
it was as if God was calling,
the letters, sprawling,
emitting the smell of wine

A sweet scent, it was,
blurring my smell,
enhancing my sight,

Though as soon as it had started, it was over,
no more words on the walls,
no more letters down the halls,
it was dark once again

And as I glance upon the book,
words upon words are blurred,
letters upon letters, deterred,
and thus my changed outlook
the Sun had set and the night sky was clear
as the storm headed out to Sea
leaving the new fallen snow
glistening in the moon's light
I viewed from my mountain top home
as she made her way across the white oasis
leaving not a sign in the cold powder
she was as I remember
her fire red hair flowing past her shoulders
her gentle eyes of sky blue
her warmth felt through the chilling air
of this December night
she visits me at every snowfall
for it was her favorite time
'there is nothing more beautiful'
she would say
smiling through her heart
she walks to the edge of the wood
where we would often sit below the first pine
pauses
and sends a whisper my way
caught by the wind and delivered
just before vanishing behind a swirling gust of white
another oldie revised...yea...pretty sappy...but
Kimberley Mar 2018
i always feel out of place, at 19 i still haven't found the place where i belong. i'm stuck in a small country with not much to do. i feel like i'm drowning; the world is happening around me yet i feel frozen. what's my purpose for living? what is my talent? i want to change the world. i want to be remembered for my good.

how do i find my purpose when i'm stuck in a country with no way out? how do i find my talent when my anxiety makes it difficult to try everything? how do i do anything when my depression makes me not want to leave my bed? what's my purpose? when will i become unfrozen? when will i find my place?    


                                       maybe tomorrow?
                                             next week?              
                                      next month?
                                               in a year or few
                                       or maybe never.
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